today, while my mind cools to rock
on floors and surfaces which are not mine
thoughts thrive, a rounding in my head
of all you can ever be to me.
one moon looms above
a speck, but you,
while reading this know nothing of heavy words
in well-fitted envelope,
I adore like a refrain.
Your face,I have seen before,
of persuading promises
like how dreams do upon walking,
with no route, searchlight nor block.
so what am I supposed to know?
of garnets, sapphires and pearls
a complete picture itself.
with careful syllables pouring on holes,
you became impossible,
to write down.