have me on your mind

Poetry speaks of the void,but cannot fill it.Years gone by, leaving
dormant the pubescent visions of you.Then, veiled in
inaccessibility,appears a dream from my youth.Back, as from the
grave,and almost in my hands.Have your fantasies.And have your
convenient engagement.And have a pick-nick.And have me on your
mind.You stayed with me for a yearfloating before my sleep starved
mind.Then, over time, you left me dry.Floyd pulled you back into me,but it
was too vague a memory.Black hair dye and John Your
grandmother,and the Lutheran Church,and your brother, but not
you,passed me in the isles.So now, after an eternity of waiting,you've
floated back into my life.Fenchurch with the feet that don't quite touch the
ground.So have your fantasies.And have your convenient
engagement.And have a pick-nick.And have me on your mind,for to me,
my imagination is the only place you've ever really lived.