“Lost in Images”

I am wandering upon a familiar marshmallow marsh
the images in which my spirit dwells on and thrives in
and the little purple boxes that people sometimes hide
in their mattresses just because they fit there too easily
in this, we all know, there is no relief, only memories
then, must I punch holes in my own shadows as proof
that I exist solely for the thrill of surviving oddly alone?
thin abalone shells to house the special effects of love
musty treasure chests to be shuffled beneath the waves
stuffed with paper shadows on a blank wall of my faith
within a canopy made of bouquets of lavender sheets
those faint reminders in every corner of a perfect circle
that neatly circumvent every thought that I have owned
somehow I retain those images that never wash away
that have chased away the demons of love gone wrong
replacing them with hopes and wishes that will survive
the myriad of thoughts that waltzed into dark shadows
that spectator in me disappearing in the transient haze
until the flood of her presence overtakes me by storm
and surrounds my visions with kaleidoscopic splendor
while her form swiftly brushes against my imagination
and I become lost in her as she navigates my thoughts
for we quickly meld into one and the dream is now us
I am enveloped by these impressions leaving me lost
within a framework of indelible heartbeats and cries
laced over by the pondering of what powers this love
left reeling by the realization of what the heart craves
knowing that it escapes me in the moment I am awake

© 2011 Amor Sabor