Contemplations

Longing

Sunrays on my face
like the warm lips of a kissing mouth
waves like a soft whisper
wind like the soft caress of a hand
dreams under closed eyelids
forgotten the world around me
thoughts wander far away
the time passes bye
shadowlike creatures
advance in the falling mist
the world cools to ice crystals
and deep in my grows
the longing for warming hand