Climbing every hello

Climbing every hello,

I often think.

Driven by sips of thoughts that don’t go very far. Thoughts that never truly surface, trapped in my head for another day, like hidden kisses or glances at seduction. I am just a foreboding drone, it seems, sent here against my will to determine if the world still operates within the same frame of reference as it did last night. Last night when I thought of you. So beautiful with your fragrance and your innocent stare. I dreamt so that I could still feel alive, and I perhaps woke so that I could still yearn for the taste heaven on your lips from a distance. As I rose out from under my slumber, the lingering aroma of your design filled my bed, as I was set free from my doubts. Free from my apprehensions, knowing that it was all so real. Twas in my dream I found you there, like silk, soft and supple, and it is here now that I will map my way back to you. I was aware of this realm not showing me everything. I was aware of the way we look at each other momentarily. I was aware, but I lost my way. I was aware of us growing back together. Further inside this reality, this fabric, this space. Filled with the breaths of our ashes, the hues that gander clues for us to return are all that we need. I am in love. This is merely a seed.