Drifting Blindness

Every night I lie upon this soft cloud-like bed, floating away to many forgotten worlds of whispering flowing words, words that only he spoke to rekindle my fading glow. Many combine into dreams, dreams that only I behold within my lustful mind. My eyes glitter in the twilight of his sweet smile, although reality itself is not the same. Many tender vibes penetrate my mind like a dagger slashing through a thin layer of my delicate skin that once was stained by his gentle hands. Sadly blindness has shattered my memory of his angelic face, leaving my soul to drift away into a forgotten world, a world of compassion and faith.