Lost in the moment of time

thoughts scattered and aching for mine

Dreams of a memory

fading stars in the predawn hours

Sinking into a comfortable chair

Soaking up a meandering tune

The beat ebbs and flows

To the sway of her soul

There's always a smile

usually followed by flowing hair

or legs and hips

Perhaps the occasional collision

of moist colored lips

Are they curled up in delight?

In order to see her eyes

my own have to open for sight