South China Moon

You are ever so slightly

Wedged into my mind,

In between all of the schoolwork,

Broken philosophy,

You've made yourself a small home,

In a cove in my brain.

And you do not realize,

I don't think,

What it means.

What it is to have someone,

A lovely, dear someone,

Shacking up with your thoughts,

Peculiar roommates you are.

When you sleep in my mind

It is calm,

But sometimes I sleep

And you wake

And we battle out these restless dreams.

You are the midnight sun

Behind my eyelids deep in slumber.

You don't see what it means

To be clouded by your blue eyes,

Your words,

That, when you speak them,

Stick in my head,

As though laced with honey.

You don't know this happens.

It's funny how that works.

I sometimes wonder

Do you think of these things that we say to each other?

I suppose you do,

You bring them up sometimes...

Which is becoming more often.

Your phrases rise and fall anxiously

And I can't help but smile,

You sound so animated.

What do you think of in sleep?

I always want to know what people dream of,

Dreams speak volumes that full consciousness never could.

Dear,

It is so strange to think

You, with someone I do not know.

But it is so logical,

It makes such perfect sense,

Unlike what I think.

But somedays,

Your tone seems a little bit wavering.

And I take a bit of happiness

In your words.

Perhaps,

If I wish on many more stars,

Things will change.

I'm sorry this is so horribly

Blinded.

So horribly wretched,

Why should you read my tormented lamentings

And teenage ponderings?

I know not, but so you continue to read.

The weird thing is,

I never, ever see these scenes of you and I in my head

As being anything teenage.

There isn't anything amateur and juvenile.

Nothing naive.

I'd say one of these odd scenes,

But it would be strange.

It would give away crucial details,

which I cannot let slip.

So adieu, adieu.

I am just babbling at you now...