~

think again if you believe
light is but a rapid blur,
consider that the spark
that lives between
two lover-friends, is light
exchanged in slow fashion;
the slow burn of a campfire,
the sparkle of her passion,
the flicker of a candle,
whisperings of the starlight,
the way a moon beam
bends the tides,
and makes her eyes twinkle;
each my confirmation,
of light that moves
so satisfying slow,
allowing flames to ever grow
ever higher, higher,
kindling sparks into a fire,
for love that lasts
is not a spark alone...
no,
love’s passion is a bon fire,
a sunset setting sky aglow;
an ever-building slow,
to effervescent ether;
a gently flowing kiss,
a living, colored tapestry
of drifting twilight mist;
this the speed of light...
my heart’s desire,
mirrored in my lover’s eyes.

~

*post script.

love at the speed of sunsets and star gazing;
evenings spent round the campfire
with only the light of the fire,
the stars and that sparkle in each other's eyes...
falling in love, all over again!

street light down the road
the reflection of yours
glazed eyes
tidy teeth
smiling back at me
overwhelmed my heart once more
back then we were lovers
you and i
the impossibility that we are keep trying to reach
never tired

charlie is a boy
with green eyes.

charlie is a boy
who i'd love to call mine.

his personality is electric,
and music taste
nothing short of eclectic.

but lately
he's about drinking
and driving drunk
and being sleepy.

he tells everyone
that he's just
living his life
but that's hard to believe
when he stops saying hi
to us on street
when he passes us by.

i want to talk to him,
and ask how he's been,
but his mother says he's in the hospital,
so we can't speak to him.

almost a week later
he returns home and says,
"although i am back,
i wish i were dead."