Buried Within

I can’t remember

when last I saw her.

All I can say is

my mind it offers.


A place for her

to dwell deep inside

where pain with her

thought does subside.


Is it common

to think so often

that eyes are useless

and the mind a coffin?


It began and ends when

my cheek touched the skin

of her delicately soft mouth

while never speaking any sin.


Resonating thoughts,

trapped inside dreams,

I put and nailed in a box

where in me I will leave.


I keep it close.

Closer than my shadow.

It opens in song

where it and solace battle.


Into my mind she

is my strength is fed

into my mind’s head

where all else is dead.


I see no colors and

never clear is direction

until I think of her

and exhalt her in reflection.



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