So here you are.
Mingled in with all my other far-fetched dreams of
Laughing much too loud.
You have always presented yourself to me just out of reach
Slinking out sight behind the crumbling brick walls of my future
And there you are again, when the rusty dust makes it hard to breathe.
Could you ever forgive me for this poem?
My words fall all wrong, don't they?
What do you expect though, love
When you've made yourself so indescribable to me?
How could I ever explain the perfection in your longing glances across untouchable boundaries?
With what words am I allowed to describe the wind rising against the night and out white bed?
Is there even an alphabet emotionally expressive enough to depict your love in it's deepest, most intimate form?
God only knows I've gained inspiration from you but,
words come so ignorant to our simple complexity.
It's taken me forever to write this but, I'm beginning to piece it all together.
Maybe it's the way my heart fills when you reach for me in the morning or
Wait for me in the halls or
Look at me through eyes I can never really see.
I'll wait for you, though. Even when your dreams drift far from mine.
We can always meet again at the
Yellow House or
the Green Room or
the White Bed:
The places where I fell in love.
The places where you stole my heart.
I can only hope that my dreams of writing and
Laughing much, much too loud
End with somewhere far away, deep in a hobbit hole