The nakedness of dark,
an indecent exposure,
peaks the curisosity of moon,
that peeks through the window,
opening my poet's mind,
curving thoughts of you
into an iridescent light
that embraces the soul,
kisses slow the mind,
fills me with desire
to be something more
than the mumbling ghost;
forgotten dreams.
After sunset
did you miss me,
as lush pink skies hardened
to indigo and grey,
as rose colored eyes
drifted into white ocean,
the weariness of sleep?
Did you dream
the same dream as I,
to be held once more
in the arms of love?
I don't know if you do
but I want you to know
that I don't mind if you mind me.
I often do think of you too;
my mind still clings to what was,
my heart knee deep in mourning
wavers between moments
we use to share
and the ones that will never be.
I guess love never fades completely
but is reborn after the sun dies;
in quiet reflection,
the changing winds
shifting loneliness
into a spine of light,
where lovers lost
find each other in the dark.
The comforting cocoon
of dream.
This poem is a combination of some earlier shorter poems that I found worked even better together. Ill format the image better in a word document though.