Zealous moments stimulate my soul!
Zealous moments,
Simple moments
With you...
The numerous intelligent conversations
You and I share in your absence
Is astonishing
And the way you look at me
In my mind's eye
Is truly mesmerizing...
In my mind's eye.
But true excitement
Is when you decide to visit me
In my dreams
And to hold me tight
In purest harmony.
The idea that that moment
Is real in my mind
And the way in which your soul
Caresses every fiber of my being,
Minus your being...
Elates me.
The few glances across a screen
And the concentrated feelings
All dependent on a few fickle strings
In the sky
Are precious gifts
Givens to us from our maker,
Besides each other,
And the moment
Our treasured dialogue
Is turned to black,
So do we depend on a few wires
To save our pure heart-to-hearts.
And then sneaks the empty,
The lonely,
The deep,
The dysphoria...
A sudden anti-climax.
And a crashing of all my broken buildings
Surround me.
All because of a missing piece...
My missing piece...
Millions of footsteps away...
My Way...
In my mind's eye.
