Mazes Of The Mind Poem by Danilo Cabrera

i find myself in mazes,
built inside my mind
after every winding path
you are the only one i find
i try and convince myself
that things like trees and clouds
are the same they were before
but after you touched them
somehow they are just not
and never will be again
my thoughts of you
are bright morning colors
that wake me up
from my life in black and white
i see you everywhere, in crowds,
and in figures, in the night
i wait for you in meadows
full of buds that never die
because they hold a promise,
to bloom when you arrive.