Sun flickered 'pon your eyes
    scintillating as the seas,
dappled with the chemistry
   of a thousand swooning moons

Poetry is a
     well-oiled function,
      processing sentiments
                for posterity

*Poetry is an extension
     of our core elements,
           royally regurgitated

You won't remember the color of the tablecloths,
or the design on the plates.

You'll remember the gleam in his eyes,
and the way 'I do' tasted on your lips.

Count to three with me and
break free. Open the cage
and run away with me.

Flap your wings and fly up
high in God's skies. Hop from
branch to branch and sing a
secret melody. A melody that
no one knows but you and I.

We'll move from tree to tree.
And enjoy every sunset as we
cuddle side by side in the
middle of a thousand
leaves.

Twist and twirl with me as
the morning dew drops fall
on rose petals looking like
shiny gem stones and
pearls.

I think it's time we count to
three and give it a last try.
We might get lucky and
break free.

Trust me we'll be looking back
at that day as we laugh and
sigh without asking the
question of why.

So flap those wings cause
it's our time tonight to fly
where ever the winds carry
our bodies gently upon
landscapes and grey
starless skies* ~

i loved her at first sight
if you ask how
the answer is all white
not one point till now.

was i too fool a guy
did i make haste
right now can't tell you why
that boy knows the best.

that boy who held his gaze
right on her face
read there in his daze
written happiness.

if you ever find him out
you may ask him how
he loved the girl at first sight
and loving her till now.

We woke
To stardust in ourn crevice
With flakes of joy on the tip's
Of ourn still sleepy nose
I feeleth thine soul.
So warmly good
As the quilt upon us.
Stitched in by love
Giveth us a hug,
As we giveth one back....
Pillows plush fluffy
The day's anew,
To these words I heareth by thee...
Kiss me, mine pet!!!!
I got red and smiled wide.
Knowing being with her,
Shalt be the rest of mine life's.........
And many more divine!!!!
Oh,
How this feeleth so right....
  

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedicated