Lost in you
A thousand mysteries enclose our existence,
it enfolds and intertwines our lives.
It moves about spinning the web
that traps us into each other.
And as i move between restless slumber
into awakening, all i am truly
aware of is the depth of your eyes
and the magnitude of your touch.
And I get lost in the pretense of
everything that is unsaid,
everything that i pretend to exist,
and everything else that I wish into existence.
Now each level of my consciousness
is a more heightened sensation of
the other that preceded; a measure of
extreme happiness or of extreme insanity.