Flash

Old flames...

I go to bed
To make tomorrow come.
Yet my mind and the lamp
Stay on.
Doesn't make a difference --
I'll still see you when I close my eyes.
That enchanting smile
Illuminating the night,
Those fathoms-deep eyes
Locked on mine and no one else's.
It's just a picture.
But they're probably
The best thousand words
I've heard you speak.