cant write anymore

The familiar touch of your hand
those beautiful eyes warming up my soul
the soft hug embracing the lost soul
the world transpire to be a warm home for the lost weary traveling soul
for the million thoughts and moments and deaths alone
the dream in my eyes live through the touch
there is hope which i have not seen before
there are the dancing angels and the vanishing devils of the mind
is it love or more?
do I know what I used to know?
These world translate in newer dimension than ever before
there are thoughts there are feeling there is overwhelming
the road ahead becomes warm and the cold past hazy in the fog
the heart in love moves along...