Refractions Of You

How do I write of the blue of You
The scent of You
The sense of You

How do I do anything at all
In the thrall of You

The space expands
'Til nothing fills the void
Of my former self
And all that's left
Is You.

Others come and go
Busy in the suffering of time and space
And man made agendas
These do not exist for me
With my eye of eyes
Fixed on You.
So all I do is BE
In the drunken clarity
Of outrageous bliss and happiness
The world is both dull and shiny
Refractions of You.