Your eyes are pools of changing gems, Taking on whatever colors they need To reflect their thoughts into the world. I swim in them, helpless to fight their tow; Perfectly content with letting myself drown.
It's that quiet kind of interest, that kind not spoken of... that kind that breeds the perfect dreams, but never grows to love. It's a subtle curiosity, that keeps my mind amused, of what would be, if we could be; my distraction and my muse.
There were moments, I know, When we saw eye to eye. Like two birds in the sky When the only thing in our way Was when night came from day And we had more distance to go Before we could hope we were home. There were moments, I know, Where we saw eye to eye. … Continue reading When We Flew
Leave as the waves that sway from the sea, Venturing into the deep before coming home to me. Leave as the Sun that hides beyond sight, Traveling around the globe, before dawning on the night. Leave as the seasons spreading through trees, Cycling wistfully through their moods, carried on a breeze. Leave as the breath … Continue reading Leave
Love, pain, need, regret- Goals and triumphs never met. warmth, hurt, something else- Things, I think, I’ve always felt. Him, her, them, they? Blurry visions, leaving vague. Future, maybe, you think? Us? The votes against- unanimous. Laughter, light, joy, sun- You and me when left alone. darkness, though, when you go- Swallowed by another show. … Continue reading Us
My love for you is a river- Smoothing the edges of stone, And coercing the earth To make room.
"Roses are red, And violets are blue," That’s how it starts, Writing poems for you. I’m missing a rhyme, So I reform the words, But I’m losing the meaning- And that always hurts. There’s always some more, Just a little unsaid. It's hiding in the fog That takes over my head. And I know what … Continue reading Writing Poems for You
---Written for my love, who will likely never see this, in an attempt to reminisce the start of our commitment --- A drunken night, A silent joke, An early morning, A walk in the road, A night of cards, Another of chess, (Hard to believe That was your best) A day in doors TV blared … Continue reading Reminisce
Did you catch your breath? Mine is somewhere far away Trapped in a world Where we never met.