Love is a Walker

In dark rooms

My thoughts wander to you. 

Like waterfalls in the wind, 

They have direction, 

But not precision. 

So they float, 

And swirl around
like unallied smoke 

after it’s far enough away

From my blackened lips, 

On a Black-coffee Monday. 

They avoid the fact, 

Just as I do, 

That I’m not just thinking, 

But I’m thinking of you,

You’re a sunset morning to me. 

Little fizzle, 

Fuzzle dizzle,

Dazzle me with the moonshine

But don’t tell me to look in a mirror

And face my mind. 

Because I’m far away, 

Never close enough 

when you're outside me. 

And my drifting brain, 

Is silly to kill me

With these beautiful thoughts of you.