I Think of You

Your figure in my imagination is always, sinning, in the sun constantly because I realise you this forever. In that sun I imagine, that you seek shelter from the shadows... In my reasoning you feel only winter inward... So,your constant voice travels in my time and echoes in my mind... hits my throat, and redoubles my cry...! Your image lurking, frightens me... Wakes up and creates in me this poem that inspires me, as if it were your apology...!