Floating within turmoil
Hovering above
Crashing no more amongst the shores of love
I see the wave and fly
Higher unto high

My world is words
My pen my ears

And all I want right now
Is to hear

You
And you alone

All other noisey words can go
Back into their never homes

Alone

Indulge me please

Where capable love - becomes compelled to try
And turns into "he acts"
Even when she is "intent on inaction"

There is no-one so capable - this nothing more senseless
Than the song upon deaf ears
Which falls in a beautiful hum, regardless

Because you made up your mind about me long time ago

And in asking of self, most honestly, said
“Are you afraid, once you’ve spoken the words, that you’ll truly be free?
That you’ll fall off the earth without purpose or being
Just because you’ve finally shared, what for so long you yourself could not see?“
I am afraid of this?
Perhaps, maybe

Don't care for shadows
Just as sunshine cannot keep
And stars must burn out
All in their oceanless end
So we also soon will be

(Inevitable)

Take another pass
Find no (new) hopes to smash
There is nothing left on these shores of mine

All that remains to do - is to laugh

I dream of a world
Where you hear my words
Letting me wander until my oceans run dry
And then in your arms up stream hold still
And onto everything grasp
As if in every river you wanted to dive

Ilsa didn't see the stars
She . was . the . sky
And held the starlight gently in her ever glistening eyes

Expressions cannot run like ink
    They can only hold fast
To the paper of memory
    And at our feelings . Grasp
For just a moment to pass
   And think though they will not last

When conversations grow darker than night skies cold. And the tree leaves on the breeze fail to whisper the truth. What happens then, after Summer, so far away from the Springtime of youth? I don't know, but ergo Autumn. And with this quote end. Just as the rocks below look up to the sky above. Marylan spoke my mind in synonym that day, and so I'm through with love.

Moonlit lips I often kiss
Too run around with sunlight
.........
Stare longingly at rainfall out
At leaves Fall down
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The ocean and her daughter longing
Calling me to avail myself to their dreams of being
...........................
When really, too often there I am found out
Too often called by name
....................................
Because I love the same familiar sounds
Of natures romp abound
...........................
Hence why the beat of a familiar breeze
In my head of hearts, always pounds
..................
Quiet and
Consistently there
.........

Life was once to me
A slate to chisel
Frame to feign
With stars the occasional to see, unfelt
When really
As an owl
I never knew a sunrise word until I stopped seeing the morning

Put a river before me, dry
   I drink
   An insatiable sea I'll be

Set a star between myself and my sky
   And watch
   And wait
   And see (what I will be)

Shorts which curl, and justify just half way up her thigh
Him outlining her, like the moonbright edge of a starless night
They in perfect unison align
In a quiet breeze breathed out between
And know nothing less until their mutual sunlit dawn, arrives

I wish our waves would crash
Our stars would pass
At a lesser distance, magnets meet

Our shoes to shed beneath our feet
And boots to knock together in the rain

I would wish the sun and moon to cry
And to always be the same
And that time would pass more slowly now
When observing your most youthful frame

Would you hear it as a rustling
As a crashing of waves within echo ears?
Would the sand between our fingers stay
And forever be the same?

You’re my type of breeze
The height of trees
Whispering in the arms of wind

Forget about you
Not now, nor ever
No star is forever
But your burning is eternal
In the mind of my night sky