Tiana-For My Dearest Wife Poem by Chris Noir

And my thoughts strive to be dreams,
And to be real outside of me,
And the dreams that dive throughout my mind,
All wear your face it seems.

The shapes, the scent, the colors
that haunt my inner being,
All sing of you, and through and through
the pictures on the ceiling.

my body free of me is
yearning for your closeness
to exist and to persist
Is to live on your hearts doorstep

And the days are as long as years,
when your smile i do not see,
And all the pain is real again
until you sleep right next to me.