Free of Thought

I hear the rhythm                                

Of your heartbeats

Eerie whispers

Those won’t but stay

And I pray I pray

That you shall fade

But still

I hold on

I line you now

Within my head

And write you

A thousand words

You will never read

But still

I see your eyes

Devouring yourself

Through my own

I touched you once
And wept forever

Condemned you then

To be a dream
But still
You are 

Too real for surreality