Photia

Once elated beyond compare

With you never escaping my thoughts

Warmth captivates the frigid air

Infinite stars in your eyes

Tell stories that make stars die

Creating a tempest resulting in

Reckless abandon, no warning

Loneliness creeps up

As a peeping tom in the night

One, two, three and twenty more lies

Decide to set up camp in my mind

Is it fair? Is it right?

You alone, the chills along my spine

Stopping the hands of time

Freeing me from my overcrowded mind

Your kiss like a further in the act

Stay,

Not yet.