Every night,
I strive harder to sleep,
In a field of Zinnia, where dreams softly creep,
The moon narrates stories of you, so true,
As the wind’s melody caresses the leaves anew,
A solacing breeze wafts your impressions to my mind,
The stars paint your face in the night sky,
In dreams, we dance, our souls in a trance,

You are a cascading euphoria, drenching my heart,
I’m enchanted, lost in your art,
Yearning to touch it, just once.


© silent_soul