Midnight Memory

By: Iced Smoke

Your name, like silk upon my lips,
your vision- all that's on my mind.
asking a relentless question,
with no answer there to find.

ah, but my heart does pulse,
and keep a stately time.
with the syllables of your name,
mouthed by a talkative mime.

And as I stroll through my thoughts,
one thing I do keep near.
it's the gentle caress of your words,
as you say, "I Love You Dear".