THERE ARE DAYS

There are days when all I want
Is to see you outside of my mind.
To touch your softness with gentle arms
To hear the magical melodies of your open heart
There are days, many days like these.

There are days when you, only I think of
You only I dream of, and joy becomes my essence.
My heart dances, to the music of your soul, and I
Want to run, cry and fly, to the corners of heaven
Then die in your arms; there are days many days like these.