Stranger In Bliss.

Am I the poet forgotten..By those that once knew me
Coming across the blue lightening in my dark firmament  
The primitiveness of the road across the miles miles away
And the midnight room full of woos full of sighs,
When there's nothing left to say..whether its me or its you
Things  must be said between you and I
The poetry unspoken as I glance into your eyes touching you
The distances between you and me the space between the lines so far away
The silent of the road the silent tears as a stranger walks away
Even after all that's said..Why..there must be much more left to say
If not said now it'll never be no way he reticence in you unbelievably so  
There's always a happy tune sending us in our way
The lyrics once spilled from a happy home that known road
Now far in the distances, from the utterances from the night
The mists in the moon light appearing in the sky so high
Before the reds the golds the purples as the going down of the sun
But the red of your lips as we take another kiss
Ahh..the bliss and I refusing to release from that kiss.
Incandescent was I.. Am I the stranger in bliss.
Am I am I !