I'll be your stream
If you'll be my paper boat?
love never does seem to float
but promise me you'll sail in my dreams
And think of me dear sailor boy
with joy
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
You whispered "Remember me"
But I see you slipping away, from my memory
I promised I would never forget, how could I?
your lips, the touch of your skin, those eyes
Yet I try to go back, searching my mind, but its a foggy hue
So I'll sit here trying to remember, if those eyes were hazel or blue?
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
*It’s between the veins of blue and gray
Where the secrets hide
You’ll have to look awfully close to see
The pieces therein
Within my eyes*
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
You've been dealt a hand,
as has everyone else.
Large numbers, nines and tens,
yet not a single king or queen.
Alas the winner before you is the Ace of Hearts,
your Holy Grail.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,
Happy Love is come to woo
Thee and woo thy girlish ways—
The zone that doth become thee fair,
The snood upon thy yellow hair,
When thou hast heard his name upon
The bugles of the cherubim
Begin thou softly to unzone
Thy girlish ***** unto him
And softly to undo the snood
That is the sign of maidenhood.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.
My book was closed,
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance
On the floor.
I have left my book,
I have left my room,
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom.
Singing and singing
A merry air,
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's wan wave.
Rosefrail and fair -- yet frailest
A wonder wild
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
Rolling down the street,
like a die on the table,
what you roll,
is what you get,
the number shows,
unbeknownst,
surprise arrives,
a hint of beauty cross you,
you can't believe your luck.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC