You're my
twenty-four hour line.
You are always
on my mind.
No matter how
loud the music,
Whenever I sing,
Visions of you
dance across the scene.
In that imaginary place over time and matter
Where everything
else is not,
But freedom
unfolds and reality is shattered.
The source from
deep within where you reside
Pulls and pushes
the sands of my tide.
Thought
interrupted by the fantasy of you,
Out a smile and
parted lips escapes a nostalgic ado.
A word, a voice,
a face,
In the air,
every moment, in every place,
In the night out
of a dream awakened by your presence
That lingers to
stimulate my every sense.
You're embedded
deep my soul and will never be gone.
There, you are
the music of all my song.
If you only knew
What would you
do?
By Marina
Pickett
May 2003