Mid-Night Dream

In simplest world, complex life we all be living through
Drugs, cocaine, love, lust - my realm
but its intoxication only coming from you.
Rolling, scrolling & surfing my fingers. . .
. . . in your brunette hair,
carrying, bringing & serving something
that i may hardly share. . .
. . in written-yet-unwritten verses of read-yet-unread-words do i write
sitting in my bed & drinking & thinking of you all the time
holding a pen in hand;
notebook laid on lap, i'm breathing air;
finding you in winds,
you, keep rustling through the boulevard of my heart
reflecting, deflecting, soaring keep flying;
& ye you keep getting disappeared like another fog of midnight dream.