A Mind Held Willingly Captive

Morning and night.  Those are the two times of day when you consume my thoughts.  Every word in each passing song played alludes me to the vivid image of your face, kept on standby in my mind.  Your presence in my head elicits a warm smile, and you takeover. I close my eyes and let the sound of the guitar take me to where you are. Song end. Gravity pulls me down from the moment as I try regain my bearings.  The clock flashes 2:55.  A sleepless night isn't so bad with you dancing to the music in my head.  I press next on my Ipod, and decide that I could do this forever. - NR