Avenues of intensity
Your soul speaks to me
with such wondrous avenues of intensity
casuing trees to sway within the deep of me
and so I sleep upon a leaf of your heart
Your soul speaks to me
with such wondrous avenues of intensity
casuing trees to sway within the deep of me
and so I sleep upon a leaf of your heart
The discovery of you is an illusion
The finding
where you rest before the sunrise
as darkness
a shadow yet to be
heated
mist evaporates from you
from my eyes
to reveal
your exquisite rise and fall
inhale, exhale
and there, you see
is where blindness strikes me
for as you smile
you remove the sun
which shatters the magic
I walk away
to my own falling, failing
as a glance behind
sees flowers growing at your feet
sunrise kissing your hair
a heartbeat
an apprehensive, step
a breathing
of pain
a mirage
never to be kissed
Your soul speaks to me
with such wondrous avenues of intensity
the trees sway within the deep of me
and so I sleep upon a leaf of your heart
let your mind drift
to that first moment
you felt love
hold that thought
and smile in the warmth
tingling your skin
right now
There is someone for each of us, and maybe we should listen to the breeze, or be more open to those subtle moments, or maybe we should be brave and say “Hello”.
However we find love, our soulmate, our friend we must be able to allow them to find us too because if we let our souls go on that romance trek then we must also allow our feelings their freedom to show who we are and so let our colours merge to paint a tingle of chemistry.
How the thought of your warmth
warms my bones,
though it is
only a dream.
Were it real …
Choral echoes reach deep
as clouds allow the blue to peep
where rain
such cold rain
once ruled the skies.
These choral echoes
float along
as memory
to raise the dead
and bring about the warmth
of your smile.
If my heart was not a poem
written
but a poem touched,
the seed of your life
through this soul’s soil
would blossom.
Were it real …