Spider Silk

A summer's eve
Lying in the cool grass 
Of days gone by
And I could get lost 
In your blue skies of spider silk
 
I wake in the half-sweet exhaust
Of some smoker's trail,
The last vestiges of one
Who was so tangibly here...
 
Sitting with you 
under an eternally starry sky
These memories bathed
In perpetual light...
 
I'm seeing your eyes in everyone else,
And these long-lost memories begin...
It's not them I want; it's you that I crave,
And your waves come crashing again.
 
Your imprints are everywhere
In everything I see,
Dreaming of a time
When again we would be
 
Staring glassy-eyed
Into the familiar abyss,
And the moments that never happened
Are the ones that I miss.