The You

Seldomly sitting alone on mountains and clouds drifting into distances with its special dance  to my thinking and it was always you...showing up all dressed in white lingerie stockings too...
You wore that pretty smile invisible to others but inviting to me meeting my lips at times to a kiss...again never last a touch like a breeze a gentle thought ...went by
How are you today my love I visit this place as often as I can only to see you yet I cannot stay as long as I would but only could as a time 
How can I end this .... another glass of wine...may bring me back to our first meeting...those eyes ...the YoU.