With eyes closed, trying to rush the night

With eyes closed,trying to rush the night,
my mind like the still streams,
of the deep,
gently I keep,
dropping into the World of dreams.

Suddenly,a pebbles,
it has your face..it topples,
does drop and grace,ending dream,
and the stillness of the stream,
causing numerous ripples.

Your thoughts arise and my peace subsides,
my mind is a gathering storm,
A spring breathing warm,
waiting to explode,
from within..replaying every episode.

It erupts without sound.
Blisters Wounds lie unattended,
scars that you never intended,
but no Tear..but no Emotion,
to reflect an inner commotion.

My soul searches like parched soil,
to be watered free of this turmoil,
that kills only,
when one is lonely,
Foolish desire just to kiss you,
For sweetheart,tonight,I really miss you,
having lost will to fight,
With eyes closed,trying to rush the night.