tressell (Sweden) published:
At night you steal my final thoughts,
grasp them from the hands of sleep,
and slumber seems to hold no chance,
of holding you from me.
But I would lie if I said that I did not intend
for them to be easily found,
not hidden away, but yours to take,
my very last thought of the day.
My mind is imbued by your presence,
a frequent subject of dreams,
and I wish no more than to linger on, ...
almost 3 years ago