I have tried to write of other things.
I spend this moment dreaming thoughts
of trains, of skies and other things.
They flee quickly, these abstract thoughts.
And You return to rightful place,
A sight of prominence, the queen of vision,
The spirit of my dream,
The satisfaction of my desire,
The perfect One.
The Lady who colors my sky
And brings sound to my song, Life to my limbs.
I would live without you, but not the same.
You have touched me clearly
And brought reason to my being
And life to my soul.
If I could touch you now,
I would touch you splendidly.