You

I don't know what I am required to write..whether the red blood moon
that i so love at a different time..
It's your face..I should be able to trace
In the air..everywhere..you are not there.
But it doesn't matter much
For I can hold you in my touch
The tips of your fingers
I can feel brushing by in my memories.
Do you know that I put a tune
To every word's sand dune
And when it flows in your face
In some distant sea awake..
I can dream it
With Open eyes
And it seems that it would never end
And now I need to end
My steady flow of unreal words
Or it shall be difficult to stop
I need to just wake up
And feel the sunshine in my Hair