Mind Venting

slow strokes upon soft skin
i have closed my eyes
as if to whisper an amen.

is this heaven?
(there’s no such thing)
but who is the artist
of such a creation?

(there’s no such thing)
if i looked into your eyes long enough
i fear that i may get lost,
better yet; i might find myself.

if i daydreamed all day
you would be there,
but would you want to stay?
(there’s no such thing).

if there’s no such thing,
what is it when your voice is heard?
beauty exist in the stars,
and your smile is the quiet sky!