The Constorium of Greater Minds

when i could think of anything
i thought of you

when the night was long
and the sky revealed itself to me like never before
i thought of you

when each ship passed quietly in the dark
three lights on a satin canvass
i thought of you

when the midnight breeze
carressed my face and stired the weary tendrils of my soul
i thought of you

when in the final moments of each day
the gentle undulation of the sea
carried me off to sleep and i could think of anything:
i thought of you

for k