taste

the stars have gone to where they rest.this bright hot star returns an cast its light on most of us.Its light burns threw time today an forces one of these eyes to open just a crack.A hand comes to the forehead an wipes away the sleepiness.A sense of this day fills in as blurs.Hands aged an beaten.Although not rough but smooth as air.Pull back the covers an stumble out of a spot that was warm an comfortable.Just a thought that today this day could come full circle.A past which has been carried only bits threw long years.In a sense where two belong,fight that passion built through time.To understand is to wait in some form.Dream of her still an can still remember how she tastes.A past that can be an out come for what lies ahead.Just to know that these eyes could stair at her for years.The way she walks how she bends an moves each finger as this is said an that.With this day alot can be learned.Choices could an should be made.Our shadows still dance in back of eyes that can not forget regardless of time.....