ONE TRIP

One trip,
Down the memory lane,
Blue pictures vigorously drain.
I surrender to sleep,
The soft, white pillow,
A true companion when I weep.
I shut my eyes,
The candle is burning,
Thoughts recurring, mesmerizing lies.
I dive into oblivion,
In this present tension,
The past, glowing like a blue neon.
You, in front of me,
No one else in the world,
No one but you, do I long to see.