Around me there's mist.
Within all that is unseen
The world is spinning
Along with my thoughts.
Like them,
Emotions aren't physical.
At least,
I never thought so,
But my heart cries regardless.
The tears aren't existent
And cannot be simply wiped away
With tissues and kind words.
These can be in my mind though,
If they don't have to be real either,
But then I'm reminded
That I am nothing but a dreamer,
And one that is worn out
From chasing too many rainbows.
At least my dreams
Can clear my eyes of emotion
So that one day,
I might be able to see her again. |