The sun rises in your smile I see the moon in your eyes Awakens my thoughts for awhile Shining through your saddening cries
The wind blows over the subtle contours of your face Absconding with the salt from your dried up tears Leaving no evidence of the fevered chase That never had ceased after all these years
The feel of summer heats up my lonely heart With the touch of your lovely innocence The expanse of the ocean couldn't keep us apart Seeing your glowing eyes is worth a million presents
But that would be all the season could bear to offer Tides would elope to the flute tune played by the moon I'd waylay this day to stave off the coming of another I'd freeze this day eternal knowing tomorrow would come too soon
As always, I'm in awe of the talent this man possesses, truly astounds and honors me with every word. I truly appreciate you as a dear friend and confidant. Thank you for the pleasure of writing with you. ♥
) o ( ( ( O ) ( ) ) ( o ( ( ( O ) o ) O ) o ( O ( o ( ) ) o ) ( **make me a cauldron of a witch's brew•let it bubble and boil...; simmer and stew• allow the con- coction to churn•feed it with raw an- guish and spiteful spurn•whisper my wi- shes into shady ingredients•scatter them in to render it potent•stir it wild...with an iron ladle with a wooden haft•raucous incanta- tions of a long forgotten craft•...now give me a vial of the witch's brew•let it **** me or grant me the gifts promised in lieu•
the comforting warmth of the morning sun, like I had known it from the days of yesteryears. the familiar scent of dew-kissed grass, a fresh aroma that brought forth the tide of gratitude laden tears.
I had foreseen the day to be just as before... I had planned to play out my morning as I had rehearsed. but your message had foiled all that I thought I knew... it brought about the smile that eternity had kept pursed.
your words were laced with the flowers of spring... they set at ease the unapparent apprehension I've always kept. they spoke of compliments meant only for the worthiest quills, I've read them in disbelief as I think not of myself, an adept...
truly you are one that's generous and so very kind. for your words flew off the page and had struck home; bearing the stoutest of hope and most selfless of wishes. they had provided direction in these vague circles that I roam.
so now allow me to thank you dear poetess... for drawing the sunrise clear into my view. I shall revel and bask in its delightful rays... because your words had painted today in the brightest hue...