Youness

i close my eyelids

and timidly step
searching for the perpetual youness
that can always be found
here
in the ubiquitous
Land of Tuesday

over the spiraled reaching branches
lives the violet silver mistiness
which begins to cool the
ever longing
that resides inside

desire triumphs
piercing the thick calm
searching for youness
i half see your vague form
through the gauzy veil
that settles delicately
on the
Shores of Accquaintance

but as i reach out
to know your face
my hands slips and finds
only empty air
next to my computer screen

the ethereal Land of Tuesday
dissolves into
firm reality
without the youness
of you
to ensure it's realness