Ebony
silhouettes
inked
by a dying sun,
portray
lovers embraced
in
the synergy of one.

Inseparable
dreams
slowly
morph into one …
subservient
to the
whims
of the compliant
heart’s
drum.

And
azure pools reflect
a
tie-dyed denim sky,
as
enchanted dreamers
seal
their love with a kiss nearby.

Twinkling
stars confetti
the
emptiness of space.
And
as darkness descends,
shadows
swallow all of the light’s trace.

Reality
pauses …
as
time seems to stand so still
to
the depths of their very souls,
motionless
they swim.

My thoughts are broken,
shattered, crumbling into intricate spiderwebs
that stretch out forever..
Too delicate for my crude hands, my crude self.
So I hide them,
Hide them in the crevices of my soul, and weep.
Weep, because I can never make
Anything perfect, whole...

But maybe, just maybe...perhaps...
What's broken can be beautiful too.

Can't you see?
Can't you see that I want to?
I want to sing, talk, show you my thoughts?
My thoughts, crowded in my head,
flowing, spilling down,
Down to my mouth, longing to be told to the world...
But the world has swept them away so often that I'm afraid..
I'm afraid that you'll sweep them away too....