Running on thunder,
how I loved you.
Even in your blueness
and in the quiet,
I wanted to touch your
soft blonde self, you
were so soft you were
bound to blow away
in the wind so
soft I could melt
at the knees and stay
on the ground with
my heart ahead of
my thoughts,

dreamer.
I'm still sighing
on the lightning,
unfazed even in
your lemon-yellow
love. Sunshine to
see a drifter fall
so perfectly.
You were always
going to be something
rain-like, drizzled
into my memories,
beautiful crystal
clear eyes, silent
somewhere, ghost of
your voice on my
grass-green heart.
Best wishes.

I hate that I love you
Its that day of the year
A time for romance
Hands held, and love
But you are gone

Hand placed upon chest.
“Allow yourself to receive.”
My heart had opened.

Theres things you said and did for me that I'll never forget,
For all the memories you gave to me im entirely in your debt

If time is of the essence, and our time to live a blessing, I'm guessing death to be a stepping stone for a patience born in its testing.

Merely resting, amongst the rested, as they are collected in the pull, only one will make it, and still know of the blessing stored in its form.

The night was
Our curtain

As I moved for
The kiss

With the rain as
Our walls

And the thunder
Our passion

                                                        ­                   The instant then passed by
                                                              ­                  Like the lightning so
                                                              ­                             Mute

                                                           ­              And the storm must carry on
                                                              ­                  But for now it bears
                                                           ­                                  fruit