A situationship.

 I dream of love, 

and it dreams of me - 

oh how jovial, 

this feeling is. 

My ears ring sounds,

which might not exist - 

My mind feels sensations,

of some heavy rift. 

Yet we find our peace,

in some solitary Abbey's!

Where lightning emits poetry,

and clouds pass by in a spinny; 

it is a warm yet cold mystery,

waiting to unfold in a jiffy. 

It's life, they say, 

we never question, 'who are they' - 

for we are lost in the enigma, 

of what is night, what is a day.

Hence flows the story of longing and retrieval, 

before losing its conscious energy - 

'tis late night, and the curtains must fall.