by Daphne Ellen Rankin
My mind is void of any productive thoughts.
It is filled with visions of you,
as the night sky is filled with stars.
You brightly fill my head with wonder and delight.
You are magic.
You touch me from afar, as if inside me.
You sedate my thoughts.
Only the spectral vision of you remains.
So fleeting, so volatile.
Yet, I can feel you.
I move with the shadow of your being.
As daylight succumbs to night,
as starlight chases the moon,
I follow the longings of my heart,
surrounding you with my passion.
Surrender to my desires.