Mirage

Images deep within me cramp my thought. Images dazed in imperfection. I dream of them and sometimes I taste them. I feel them also, sometimes, but I've never seen them. Are they true? You touch me sometimes, and I feel you. You kiss my forehead and I bow in submission. Why do I feel my heart skip a beat? Why do I feel an illusion form within my gray matter? I will think……. Yes, a simple word, but I will think! Read me. Feel me. See me. The rhythm of the sun flows in me. The sound and taste of the wind flow in me. These and other things remind me of you. These and other things keep you in me. You will remain, Forever you will dwell in me.