In the day
And the midnight hour
Flashlight
Moonlight
Almost exhausted
But not willing to give up
Or let go of the hope
That lies between the fingers
And the threads of a three
Layered
Rope
A lover's grief
As they search for the
Complement to their silhouette
Knowing that with
The heart as a guide the first
Love of all loves
Is buried deep inside
For the riches that
A lover needs most
Lie dormant
Like hibernation
Until the season is right
One doesn't search for the sun
They simply wait for it's rising
And one has only to wait
For it's setting
To encounter the moon
And the stars
Finding your true love
Should be a natural
Melody
As easy as nature
In the day
And the midnight hour.
Showing posts with label night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label night. Show all posts
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Lover's Blues
Monday, March 4, 2013
Eye Dreams
I write poetry
and love is my theme
it tells a story
that comes to life
every night in my
dreams
I'm a dreamer
but meaning and purpose
line my eyelids
when I'm deep in sleep
affection is my aim
my heart is set
to directly direct
an arrow with
passion dipped like poison
to connect and calm
the flight that lays wait
inside
of you
run a little longer knowing
you can't hide forever
and when you stop
my love will cause you
to wonder why you ever ran
from me
the dream will become your
reality
love will paint a memory
upon the canvas of your heart
and we'll be stuck like glue
the kind with
supernatural strength
that holds grains of sand
together.
and love is my theme
it tells a story
that comes to life
every night in my
dreams
I'm a dreamer
but meaning and purpose
line my eyelids
when I'm deep in sleep
affection is my aim
my heart is set
to directly direct
an arrow with
passion dipped like poison
to connect and calm
the flight that lays wait
inside
of you
run a little longer knowing
you can't hide forever
and when you stop
my love will cause you
to wonder why you ever ran
from me
the dream will become your
reality
love will paint a memory
upon the canvas of your heart
and we'll be stuck like glue
the kind with
supernatural strength
that holds grains of sand
together.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Truth
I know I'm in love with his essence
His character
My perception of his nobleness
I feel special in that my life in that moment
Is unique
My heart spins around
In my chest
From bliss
The silence we share
Is just as golden as the laughter
And the social studies episodes
That we discuss based on our
Experiences
I know I'm in love with his essence
Because it radiates off of me
When my lips part to speak his name
To tell of a story of the three night getaway
I want to tell him so many things
That come to the forefront of my mind
And at the same time I want to keep my secrets
Just a little while longer
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