Yearning

I my words I
you throw.
Many days without
think about anything.
The sky looks
the top of a long tongue.

From there down to
the big currencies
cotton candy, that the Earth's crust
may be completely hidden.

Multiple consecutive
days I have
see you day dream.
Lose still somewhere
bit of space in black
openings.

No matter what happens, but,
I became too weary.
disorganized church
the middle of winter,
and the snow.