the world is as large as an only dream
of you 

             I think quite endlessly

for hours

            on end I twist restlessly

unable to 

            sleep almost breathlessly

I whisper

            a craving for.

the future is as bright as the night

lost to

            the sun rises compellingly

in sky

            the clouds sashay lazily

by noon

            I’m so mystically high

I slurp

            this yearning of.

a solitary dew pond, if there but were

of moisture

            left on this planet

most precious

            that very substance would

as essence

            reflecting all life’s sparkle

be and thus

            are you to me.