That single concept...

Considering my madness I float still

Upon and within a single concept which

Encompasses every other thing my mind

Has chosen to entertain these days

I look up at the empty ceiling and try

To imagine the view her eyes are seeing

I shiver in the humid night as an image

Of her runs through my imagination

My dreams and wishes in her pocket

She enjoys her day oblivious perhaps

To my yearning in the distance of her past

Thousands of seconds are invisible chains

Yet each that ticks away leaves me silent

I dare not speak a word in the darkness

Lest my profane tongue should mask

A single melodic beat of her heart

Then in the exile of the empty twilight
A scent arrests my heart and enslaves me

That single concept which engulfs me

Breaks the silence and I whisper

Her name