spinning worlds
within words; and
touching scorching wonder
with soul's
delight:
selfish love, star
fire creation, burn.
burn. burn.
i
luv
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Category: Poem
cool magic starlight ecstasy time travel
hearts
skip past
anticipation, into the wonder of what may be.
souls
slip back
in time, to watch their story unfold.
Lips
brush gently
accidental, intent on experiencing a first.
and we stand here,
locked
in infinity,
finally free.
Memory
silent
joy thunders
within,
something familiar and
fresh.
something
new
falling
so deep
into the heart of me,
I rise, again so
triumphant, and cool.
razzmatazz'in
like how we do;
shining dark ain't
nothing new.
love leaps, and
words skip,
and the sky
crumbles again,
into heaven.
luvstorm
a tempest builds.
until,
rain slips
sweetly
‘tween
the howling whispers
of the wind,
seeking the warm embrace
of what lies beneath.
and night falls
again,
whispering love stories through the leaves.
calling gently
to you,
and
to
me.
come,
let us feel once more
like we did.
something stirs
within,
amidst eagle cry
and
wolf's diamond eye.
I yearn
again,
for the absence
of you.
at your side
the spectre
of loss weighs heavier
each day.
a thousand sunsets and
a thousand embraces and
a thousand moments
are now no more.
a shallow pain,
secreted
away
so deep,
struggles
to slip free.
love lost,
perhaps.
a new beginning,
indeed.
release
yearning
had strangled my days
and nights
so fiercely,
with a thirst
to once again
feel the mountain's
wild heartrending roar.
and a need
to hear freedom
waft back
far beyond the shore.
twisted, tied, and
taut with desire,
a deluge poised impotent
upon untended lips,
seeking succour
through cold fingertips.
a strike breaks.
wind,
and
rain,
and
thunder begin their scry:
love
and purpose,
once again
on the rise.
are you ready?
thaw
somewhere
between the wind
and
shadow,
and
echoing triumphant
against the distance to my heart,
my name rings out,
in a voice that was once my own.
i
close
my
eyes to drift
closer,
and
sink further
into
the shadow of my song.
a soft smile slips:
scorched pleasure,
kindled in fear.
and I whisper back,
hello.
more summer dreamin’
shimmers
of tomorrow flicker in the rearview,
God,
how I loved doing
those things
we would do.
if but we
were young once more,
could we,
would we,
should we
dare,
to walk once again
through that golden door
and taste the future,
in all its sweet finality?
night’s reign
long
after
nightingale's final song,
as wisps
of shadow grasp the softness
at her edges,
these bewitched hours
sift
the words from memories lost
and forgotten,
leaving me
bare,
raw and exposed...
free to feel
once more,
the soft and gentle lips
of nostalgia's first kiss.
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