You

I think of you from time to time, yet timelessly and untimeously my mind stumbles upon some remnant of you – You and your lips and all the drizzle of thought that had littered them… in jest or mere whisper And so time-trained you crash into my recollection You intrude at ill-timed hours of the night when stars abound and the moon filters through that dark cloud Or when my passions ought be fascinated wholly elsewhere Or when my thoughts ought be occupied with wise doctrines; You thus impose upon my mood not caring if you should A whirlpool of what-if’s roused from their slumber That forthwith my wit and peace encumber…