An Ocean Of Endless Dreams Poem by Sean Hill

the colour love and night opened slight and yet amorous (but)

for me to enter in these moments on the minute hand-in-hand

would prove to be too dangerous, way too strenuous

i had to forget everything and make my demands

she was there and i was here trying terribly to understand

lying and trying to sleep in the middle of this nightfall wondering (how)

her lips, -how i missed and always savoring the moments past, her smile

her beautiful blushing smile was in an instant (away) thousands of miles

fleeting further on and beyond my beckoning plea to help me see

i miss and i missed all the things she said to make me feel (just) right

to make me think in forever fires of an endless ocean dream desired

as she will always be the bright light splendor that kept blinding me