Tracing Thoughts

at night, i close my eyes and see your smile as it erases the distance between us; sometimes i feel like a poem lost somewhere in a poet's mind, a thought a dream waiting to be released on paper sheets i can almost hear them, unfinished poems falling like leaves in the silence of night tossed about in autumn's air as you write them out i want to feel the warmth of your touch, like a fingered-pen as you write me out from the depths of your mind, and be the breath that falls from your lips to sheets, a masterpiece being born again and again. sometimes i feel like the poet, lost within my own words and thoughts, breathless upon the stage after a midnight reading, yet, i want to read you again and again. i want to be the whisper that falls under the moon, a kiss beneath the stars, a breath from my lips to yours, be the silence of words and the only thought within your mind, or all the thoughts as you dream on sheets of white