A Vision of Distraction

Like a thought that comes from nowhere,
like a memory that comes to mind.
You fill my head with your presence
no matter where, or the time.

You come to me from a world of perfection
of blue skies, meadows, and trees.
Moving as a kissing breeze amongst the flowers
then with your eyes and smile, you tease.

I’m happily lost in your vision of distraction,
content to be taken from where I should be.
I’ve become a lovesick romantic dreamer,
obsessed by love and it’s imagery.