Overnight Changes

The clouds that move above me.
The breeze that still roses my skin.
Your eyes which seem to change with the wind.
Your lips which are parting away from me.
Overnight, where the clouds look as if they
Were painted with chalk on the sky.

The moon comes and opens my window,
Just to whisper in my ears.
It could be you, but how would I know?
Your body is lying twenty beds away.
Resting down the hall, in another continent.
Possibly looking at other clouds.
Thinking that whispers will turn to shouts.
Clouds would turn to stars;
Night into day.
You…into my personalized infection.

Overnight changes, I call this.
To need you, at sunset, more
Than anything.
To miss you, and save you a place in my
Tiny bed of dreams.
To imaginarily hold you in my arms of wants.
To silently follow you down the path of words.
To touch you, even when you are not there.
Overnight changes, to feel you here as if you were.