At the end of the day all we have is memories

Oh but a day dream

I walk in the grasses of your hair
With my barefingered hands. I bathe
In the sunlight of you eyes, swim
In your laughter lines. I trace the waves
Of your body, cupping my hand when I reach
Your face. I long to hold all of you.
For I am but a world,
And you are a universe. Starry skies
Play on your lips.