Solitude Selves

I might have a vision
where you encounter a soul and spirit
between the dreamland of distance
not in the same space as well
but at the same time instead,
the horizon approaches
the miles of memories to build.
Together comes at daydreams
under the imaginativeness of a picture
constructed by many words
that fall across the light and the dark
when my day becomes your night...
and your day appears in the middle
of a cherished desire.
I lay down over a million of doubts
under the cosmos ground of an ancient wire
but now, I lay above a shinning smile
with a compass of many wildest wants
that I never thought I will have.
Soft tender feelings arise and
I look ahead with a charming light
It might thunder tonight
it might tremble aside
it would become an end of two solitude selves...