Flew, Soaring

Lying in an unknown bed listening to the road roar
Thinking of you, my mind flew to soar

Though time keeps a line of symmetry
A mind mocks truth in a poet's poetry

For a poet of young eye expresses
Feelings toward unspoken guesses

Distance upon you and I fathom to multiply
Yet amidst both eyes that look a blue sky

In all the days that go by
I be glad to know of you and I?

Try not to be so in awe and amazed
To such a person you are, I'm dazed

Alas I'm sorry my conversation seems to be generally boring
Thinking of you, my mind flew, soaring.

-Caffall