unnamed..

you are
a poem yet unwritten
as words
need yet be invented
to define the void
that you fill
with each passing

clouds that blocked my west
so the sun won't set
when dusk knocks
on my pain

you are
the feel i have
yet to hold
an evaporated dream
that condenses a smile
and make it linger
after a tide

let the ocean roll
in sweet waves
that shall caress my feet
amidst the shore
that my past burnt

today that i wish
to meet in my slumber
my truth unleashed
by a ghost of yesterday
my mirror image brings
tomorrow, uncertain
but there...
you are