My mind is steadfastly pointing to you like the compass.
Despite my happiness.
You have become the representation of the things
Long for and the muse of my literal dreams.
Or is it only the wish
Of my soul and heart?
I have created a mental image of you.
Continues to appear, haunting my dreams.
Grim inspiration knocks at my door yet again,
With moments of true joy,
Leaving me wanting more.
More of something that is not a part of the waking world.
Helping me to find these lovely words,
Desperation and admiration.
