a dimension where sentiments reign

yearnings

it was a name
or face
I can't seem to remember.

a recycled memory
from the world of dreams

I have yet to
discover.

one doodle,
after another,
after another,
after another,

my desk was a sea
of crumpled papers

filled with poor attempts
to recall the sight of you.

were you a mere figment
of my imagination?

or a foolish question
I make to my
own life less boring?

'Dearest-
the person of my dreams.

how happily sad.

i wonder
When will we
meet again,
this time,
on this life?"