Sailing On Sentiment

The crystal clear image of her face tattooed on my inner eyelids. Delicate blonde hair; snake bitten lower lip— tender gaze of pacific. Memories inscribed in jet black ink-- my anchor when tides would swell; breath of ocean breeze- the hurricanes eye. Blue irises you keep remind me of those summer sunsets. Evening constellations— what cinemas they were. Vocal cords could harmonize an angelic melody of sopranos singing in perfect unison; even slurs that spilled in your slumber. Again last night I dreamt of bliss— wishing you'd been there for my ecstatic expression. Our retinas reunited; the song of ours was playing again. Awakening only to find this barricade I built between us remains anything but a dream.