For Robin

By: Patrick D. Crowe

When I look into your eyes,
or feel the heat of your kiss,
I lose the sense of time that keeps me here and now.

I’m taken away on the soft winds
of your breathing and transformed,
becoming a cloud, moving and drifting, through you.

Which is dream and which is reality?
The lines blur and one becomes the other,
until the blending becomes complete and we are as one.

I love you.