blue velvet dreams...

i wonder of you
when you are not here
with me near me
when you are
not to be found
to be seen
i wonder of you
on those nights

in the darkness
of my own devices
when there is no
light seeping through
the blue black velvet
of my thoughts of you
no beacon of life
to show me the way
to help me till the light of day
no gentle caress upon my breast
no sheltering from the storm
of sleepless nights
without your cradling softness
i wonder of you
of where you are
with whom you share yourself
those nights
when you are not here
with me near me
when the blackness round
rushes into my dreams
like melted licorice sticks
smoldering there till
light of morn
i wonder of you
of where you are
if the others miss you
when you are here
as much as i miss you
when you are there
if they think of you
when you are here
as i think of you
when you are not
if their thoughts twist
into turmoil in your
absence as mine do
if their hearts sing
in exaltation of your
presence as mine does

if their dreams

drift in waves

of blue velvet

when you are near

as mine do
i wonder of you
ma belle
le mien
pleine lune