More Than My World

For more time than it takes a tear drop to fall,
for more than the distance to the sun,
for more than the world, the stars, or the universe,
I hold on to a dream-the dream of you.

As the sand begins to wither,
and the temperature continues to rise,
while the wind still constantly changes,
I hold on to my dream-my dream of you.

With a whimpered 'Hello,'
And a whispered 'Good-bye,"
With a loss of breath,
And a skipped heartbeat,
I let go of a dream, my dream-of you.

That was my latest work. I hope you like it. Whoever 'you' are. Enjoy this blog. Bye.