They say that emotions are potent; for they can steal your focus
Pensive wandering is upon me, its cast its presence visibly:
I’m sitting here thinking abstract, of crystal clear azurity,
Oceans of purity - leafy-green islands of land - untouched beauty
Fine-speckled golden sandy shores, wind whispering silent wishes,
Gliding nonchalantly through cloudy depths hazing my gaze,
Must awake from this revelry, I have so many things to complete,
But why should I castigate the passions and erase this willing smile;
I’ll only become bitter at the thought of the last aching mile.
You have become the scenery for everyone of my thoughts,
My imagination has run riot;
And I can only think of beautiful things
Preoccupied with you and my heart is my head.
Your depart has left me with such emptiness instead