Time is not relevant when I am with you. As though, a morning's rush... Had taken both my shoes. Unusual or not... I tread so lightly on the air. Barefoot or not... I hold tightly to the image of your cares. ∞ And, the day... Never set anew without my recollections of you. ∞ So, … Continue reading Perceptions of You
Hole in the wall. Behold...all that is dear. Behind your former shine. Pictured portraits... Refined. Black on white. Perhaps, dismal days. Once the passion grew. Now those moments, 'oh so, gray!'
The heart. Her heart. Brings me home. Just as sure as, a door shuts. And, a bag gets unpacked. Always, reminiscent... True love, is aware of the facts. ∀ I am removed and placed upon a former shelf. Life, begins to...unpacks itself. ∀ When, quagmires, await my vague footprints. My love takes a restless hand. … Continue reading Hard to Hold
I would stand in my darkest dawn. To bring you home from your innermost prison. The deepest desire to love you. Love us. Clarifies best... Most on partially cloudy days. With pockets of warmth from the sun's rays. When the waters recede. And, there is dew on my shoes. Inaccurate moments... When I fall back … Continue reading Inaccurate Moments
Love's haberdashery is the awakening of green... And, all that it may seem. It is the culmination of timber, ash and lemongrass. Best of all... It is the kiss that cannot stay. But in the remains of the day... Lasts, and, lasts.