Dreams

Woke up hearing my own screams,
whose name was it...
that I've been screaming,
trying so hard to reach.

I don't think screaming would get the job done,or get the image of you out of my mind.
Image? What image...
Can't see a thing,didn't hear a voice
Except, maybe, the soft touch of your soul, driving me wild
I long, I crave, I desire...who?
Can't seem...
Can't tell...
Whiteness.Blank.