her dreams of me as I find only her wherever I look

i can't stop the thoughts
of the parts of you
i haven't seen

the minor dreams
and tributaries that
wend between the hills
and valleys so bountiful
and beautiful in your form

the lush prairie
full of life
that runs so flat
until your mountains rise

and the delta where your waters
flow out to the sea
me floating there

or as you lay
pondering all of me
the gold around your thoughts
spread softly on the west

still,
it is your heart
beating in the middle
where i see your face
most clearly.