Wandering her mindscape

The sailboats wandering away into the twilight
Under the bridge of time
On the river of dreams
And onomatopoeic clichés

Rah Rah blah blah
The twilight is now gray
A haunting emptiness
A warrior's cry at the full moon

Of agony that cant be expressed
A sadness that cant be stifled
A melancholy strain of music
Somewhere in the back of my head

Yet unformed, unworded
Yet I know its there
I feel its presence in a cascading avalanche of thoughts
And the vaguest of memories

A hesitant smile that touches the lips
Of crumpled sheets on a crumpled soul on a crumpled bed
Of promises of forever lost in dreams
Of her head on my shoulder and her tears in crook of my arm

Of intense mornings of relaxed conversations
Of perfectness, never experienced before
Of a potential for love
And the limitlessness of hope

And no exigencies of faith
Or the pressures of the heart
Or eagerness of the body or the need of the soul
Of no expectations, just an encompassing contentedness
And yet…………..a searching soul