Spring Time & My Senses.

In between spring time and my senses
The touches, the touches written in time
And the fire from, my senses burning embers fiery in my mind.
The anger the agony extinguishable, is not
Expressing the warmth, I feel in my heart
When you express not, what's in your heart.
Your footprints imprinted on the sands
And the dust hanging above me
Where the sea will touch not, your footprints of all time
For you never cared before what I feel what I say.
That bridge we crossed many times before,
Where I stayed in your shadow in silhouette,
In the darkness behind my window pane, I could not refrain.
Everything is still, but before the darkness resumes again
With the candle lit in hand, I stand behind my window pane,
Before the moonlight returns again,
Lyrically uttering my verses sung poetically by me
I uttered them time and time again ..you didn't hear me
In the midnight dreams, I dreamed solely of you
As I came out of my dream my pillow wet
From,the tears I shed in my sleep
For my poetic verses weren't received by you...
When I think of the time that there was just you and I
Now, knowing you roaming the streets
Each road each alleyway looking to stay
Some room somewhere some bed unknown
The pillow scented of some stranger before..unclean
Sleeping undisturbed by the window opened
Your door's never locked, as you fall asleep
There's a light breeze in the air all around you.
In my fantasy, I slither beside you sitting watching you softly breathe
The rhythm of your breath, your eyes as you dream..the smile on your lips.
Our story is all amongst the city streets
Amongst the strangers and the known
But what's between us and the city
Is the love endured love that exists between us!
In the midnight whispers,  I can listen not to the wind's
Whispering softly, not all need to know
The scent of you.. sending thrills through me
My mind unfocused mind in ecstasy
My senses my senses has no defences
 My senses know not its the time of spring.

                                  By Connie James.