There is no time, in my eyes,
spent with you
that contain shadows,
warranting hopelessness or a magic potion.
Our sweet water is never lost
in what lays within
the music
streaming from our hands.  

As if in a circle of satisfaction,
we talk in retrospect,
seeking comforting remnants
of what we brought to each others arms.
Measured spaces sit upright
on the shores of who we are,
yet still,
we are the same.

The whispering cries of love and hope
slowly pace
outside our doors.
We smile at memories
ascending to meet them
in the truest beauty.
What more
could we ask for?

Music to our ears so sweet,
is time slipping
where it’s supposed to.
Why would we run and ask for more
knowing one day again
we will be
face to face?

I could never say
I would like for you  to be stronger
than the wind or rain.
You sparkle
even when raging tempests
are knocking
on the door of time.

I can hear passion in your voice
when you tell me
you remember
how I sang I love you
in your ear
and called you my Muse
that whispers words of love
over my shoulder.

I look into the window of your soul
see my own
smiling back happily
in the reflection of a mirror
that ripples stronger
every day.
I can see myself there
still singing to you
within this art
I write in my tears
of joyful rain.

If a painting of the skies could open up
a tidal wave of hidden emotions
that would change life for the better,
I would learn
how to paint for you.
Then you could breathe in
how I feel
when you touch me
each time
you look at my painting again.

I would never expect you to be stronger
than the wind or rain
and I know you don’t expect me
to paint the sky.
  So for now
I will write the words of love
you whisper over my shoulder
and sing I love you,
in your ear
until the day
I die.

I thought I had told you, I have never
loved someone like this,
or felt the touch of a spirit
like a thousand winds
wrap around my moments in this way.

Look me in the eye and taste the passion
of this wine that pours from my heart.
You will then know the chemistry
that makes up the rhythm of truth
in these words I speak to you.

Listen to how much easier the rain falls
because we hear calmer waters
when we sail on the river
of our sweetest emotions.    

I thought you knew how I dream
of drawing the curtains of love’s intoxication
across our windows
and calling off our search for different skies.
I was sure you understood
how my fingertips trace one hundred places
on your face that I love more each time
I seek them out with my eyes.  

I thought I had told you,
I have never loved someone like this,
but perhaps I merely spoke these words in my mind.
So I tell you now, I speak them aloud,
to let there be no questions
running in the meadow of everything we feel.
I have never loved anyone
as I love you.  

Take my hand
and let’s draw the curtains
of love’s intoxication across our windows.
  Let us shut out the world
and sail on the river of our sweetest emotions.
I will trace those places on your face
that I adore with all I am.
Come wrap me in your spirit
of a thousand winds.

A normal day, I think not, when I am away from you.
This is when my heart races
and I talk too much with my eyes.  
Who sees the places that wake up the world
when I walk beside you?  
Even ancient stars subtlety stare in silence
at the easy way my thoughts exude
sweet memories of you.

Where are the little rooms where flowers blossom
when I look into the looking glass
that whispers love travels
between you and me?  
Why is it when I look into the back of my mind
I find I am drinking in the essence of you
until I am filled with a happiness
full of color that takes
my breath away.

A normal day, I think not, when I am away from you.  
Shade may cover the sun
but the memory of your eyes
sings the light back to me.
My beloved, the mere mention of your name
on my lips
takes away any restless shadows
that try and pass into my heart
you see.

You are inside of me as love splashed on the canvas of my day.
It makes no difference if my hand touches your own.
A normal day, I think not,
when I am away from you,
but I know,
I am never alone.

You are there beyond what is mentioned when I rise from my chair
And predicting the future seems to always end in futility
I could walk with you through all these words that are foreign
But would I find I was burning in unutterable possibilities

Anticipation you cannot see in my stride when I move vaguely along
Plainly oblivious to all the grass growing under my feet
You see me breathing slowly and wonder how soon I will fly
Into phrases more pleasing than tasting honey is sweet

A temporary distance runs in a curve beyond what is mentioned
Your eyes seize the fire from half-truths you can hear
Present moment is held in nameless rooms hid in the dark
Where you try to read notes I penned for you there

I move vaguely along to plant footsteps that lead to my heart
Creating a path to free your own from this distance
I am not oblivious to the grasses growing under my feet
When I rise from my chair, I am anticipating a change
In our existence

Within the reach of my two arms, my world is exhilarating
The earth knows I understand, why it turns
Gone, are all mere fantasies, perhaps just as well
One kiss and I saw smoke, felt the fire burn

My thoughts went out searching for God’s desire for me
On the edges of eventually and pretty soon
Found a star that sang this song into all my views
Until all that remained inside of me was you

Let me show a thousand waves from a life of happiness
A kingdom looking back in wondrous bliss
I wish to sit awhile, not speak, and just watch the tide
Stray from a few words, awakening a kiss

A piece of life’s hair is let down listening to this song
Never reaching shadows that dance along
Yet, it enters the rooms within my sight and brings
You, into the reach of my two arms
Regardless of whether
Right or wrong

We found that tall green grasses kissed our words
when you and I walk together.
Distance could not strip away warmth
from weary ghosts.

Love’s beautiful thoughts sweetly entered in to wash
over too many night’s realizations.
Easy winds charmed our evening’s cries
existence sighed.

We found refuge writing I love you one hundred ways
with yearning hands, silken moves.
Muses smile above the tall green grasses
thus defying logic.

Love’s beautiful thoughts, touching tall green grasses
Appreciating our words with kisses
Where we found refuge writing I love you
all existence sighs.

So it is
if you cannot wait to warm my gaze
she said
Strangers take in beauty
let it lie
Disintegration gets washed into the sea
Thoughts then again...........
Disperse
before your eyes

All of which
is recalled in morning by elements
Dropped
distinctly there at your feet
in pure light
Within all the ways you look at me
Lines are drawn..........
Striking
marks in my life

Years of dates with someone’s ego,
flicker in his mind,
staining a coat of sleeping fire
on emotions in his world
and all he still holds.

You ask if he’s alright
laughing like a wolf
dressed in sheep’s clothing
with an oath to explain
all it knows.

So maybe you should write down
what makes sense to you
as I watch how his tears
still flow.

I can see the light that runs across
hollow understanding
in your eyes,
making the knees of his tears
sore for centuries.

You would rather stare than help,
same as a snake
ignores its victim’s pleas.
Your insensitivity to his stains
conceal every sound
he breathes.

I stand here and watch you rumbling in
filling his line of sight
with smiles of self-centered,
unnerving glee.

Caught between opposing forces
a decision clenched in my hands
When the rock I see on my silk sheets
becomes my task
Entrapped
I can hear how few question morning
or so it seems
When I am resting on the angry seas
outside my grasp

A thorn buried in the middle
disappears into air
again and again
Painting a lonely sensation
found by willing hands
Breath traded when my Rome fell
forgotten in time’s indifference
Small guarantees left bearing
a yielding finger’s friends

Anticipated territory knows not what is nursed
inside of emotions
Stillness feels shame
too late for fortune’s spinning wheel
Caught between opposing forces
measured by man’s own fire
I find I have come back to feed
on the emptiness I feel

The rock I see on my silk sheets
is the first bite I swallow
My own hands
will find this thorn buried in the middle
One by one I will conquer
what clings inside my thoughts
Until these opposing forces
hand over
my acquittal

Who else could possibly understand me the way you do?  You read me as if you wrote the book of who I am. Despite the fact, sometimes I travel where darkness presses against the sun, laying down nothing when morning warms the sweetness of life.  

On those days, when time casually says I am crazy and wraps around in streams that haunt me with a quaint imprisonment, your smile moves through me in a delightful pleasure, caressing my face with your ways.

Sometimes I sit with my heart resting on the winds of pain and sorrow, lighting up fear and anger in never ending skies.  You wait, because you know just what to do, standing silent, by my side.

Who else could possibly understand me the way you do?  When it rains, you never try to change the air I breathe.  When my sun is eclipsed by clouds of time and space, you never deny me the chance to stand with my eyes closed, until I am brave enough to open them and see.

You read me as if you wrote the book of who I am.  As time passes, I see that what is unsaid, stares back with a message that arrives on golden wings. No one else understands me the way you do.  Your fingers turn the pages of my soul, as if you wrote the book of me.

What began as a trickle moved forward into what can never be forgotten
Flying into hearts and souls as faces, with mysteries that unfold
Holding one another in winds conveying what they feel
Falling to fit inside a claim, heaven must uphold

Hands move through walls of water, beckoning want inside two bodies
Moments hold complexities until all thoughts they feel as one
Sighs strip the cloth away, revealing their tomorrows
Paradise comes in waves, loneliness is undone

Storms of contemplation feel life racing to repeat the steps they know
As their fingers dance on unmade plans with places still to go
Gentle touches brush the grounds of want and need
Forward into now, love's willingness exposed

Shadows of these days will always linger in their souls leaving colors
Surrounding the breezes capturing love's attention waiting
What once began as a trickle cannot be left behind
Arms outstretched, love's river anticipating

Forgive me when lightning plays on the keys of your sorrow
and there is no time for everything you say
to be laid here at my feet.
Still, know that I am here when your inner light
of wisdom catches dust on the frame of your heartbeat
and I will listen through your tears.

On those days when life feels like a flying bird,
do not feel sorry for reaching out
to enlightenment as your lover, please know,
that I understand your need.

There are miles of bedlam that I would love to turn into flowers
on those nights when your sea tumbles restlessly
and those dragons of madness make you burn
the sticks of your destiny.
Instead, I will hold you in my heart
so that you can hear it beat for you,
a breath apart and still the same.
We will drown our souls together
in our own tranquility.

When you hear the call of honor weeping to the heavens above
while leaves of scorn fall upon your head,
I will stand beside you
help you roll away
what stands in front of you.

Let me be the force that drives you from the shadows
of all heartache,
when lightning plays on the keys
of your sorrow.  Even though sometimes
there is no time for everything you say
to be laid here at my feet,
always know that my feet still remain here,
next to you.

My breath hung on the faintest touch,
loving deeply and unashamed.
I gave my soul's secrets to a heart glowing
with a desire to see the gentleness of life
through an obsidian whisper of glass.
A heart that savored heights of happiness
within vibrating rings issued from a sword's blade.

I deeply treasured my appointment within the circular maze of this love
while simultaneously reading the prints
that it left upon my soul.
They were the color my mind dreamed in,
wondrously prompting warm flames for me to fall into.

Phrases walked into places never been before, curving their fingers
around the notes that played the tune of my emotions,
then danced upon pure clouds of captivation.
Unknowingly they created a celestial answer
for these eyes filled with grief.

I am moved as I remember waiting for my skin to be touched
in places where alone had marked complaints
here and there upon my hours.
When ribbons of truth gave passage
my mouth unfolded in a smile that connected
passionately with your own.

He tore himself apart for breakfast until he resembled the seasons that were running down the unimportant streets of silence.  
Hoping for an endless meal because he was afraid he had seen this all before and was simply famished.

A creature observed the return of a shower of attention and suddenly found itself hiding in the back of his kitchen, while silence took the risk of creating fireworks in both their minds.

Ice-water peered cautiously over the rim of his glass as it gathered as if waiting for back up, with an agitation that was all too familiar it called out in a voice that toppled over the realization that it was permanently trapped.

A tangle of small wonder that called itself understanding did not trust the voices of time as they had become wildly deformed and held onto the same chill as the glass that stared back with no apology.  

The next instant brought a sudden end that urgently painted torrents of strange confusion into everything else. Yet when he asked what had happened the creature played hell for a couple of minutes as it staggered backwards into two seconds ago.

He swung around looking in the back of his kitchen for advice, deeply troubled as ice-water seemed to form in his veins.  He existed by nourishing himself with his own feelings and yet was still hungry.  The creature knew as it watched him advance to the back of his kitchen that the man’s hunger had not been appeased.  

The creature cringed with the same fear as the ice-water peering over the rim of his glass knowing it was trapped.  It watched as he advanced to take his next bite with eyes as cold as the glass where the ice-water was trapped.

Nourishment was at hand within the feelings of the creature……as he closed in I realized the creature in the back of his kitchen, was me.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

I have wandered into an amazing sight, with movement at will
Lying behind a long sleep of my pure listening breath
Clouds break forth that were once charming
In all their melancholy words of patterned distress

Much kinder skies press lightly against the chest of my spirit
Life encased in silken petals, exiled now from grief
Just to know the touch of a healing heart
Has become home to rushing waters that seeped

I sit in a room containing a subtle touch of my future dreams
That I believed did not exist outside of mere images
Are they apparitions that dare lie to me now
Come to lick my wounds with beckoning messages

Sweet joy scatters where cold arrows of fragility once flew
Amid numberless embraces introduced with care
Shining on ripples of pain, bringing change
Into the one breathing space where I now stare

Now I stand inside a circle of stones with my eyes closed
Surrounded by possibilities with qualities that spin
I am now quickly approaching faith anew
Inspiration to step outside this room once again

Do you turn away from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion
Never wondering if you could drown in your imagination
Without understanding all the poetry that dances in your heart
Warming words of choice, in your tongue of fascination

Do your hours exist in a sky familiar with moments such as these
Is there nowhere to look for heaven free of possession
Where words do not cry out to be contemplated by your pen
To become lovely music giving light to your obsession

Can one learn to be absent from this transparent house of glass  
And remove this flowing ink that runs within their veins
Still breathe without giving out a subtle handful of their soul
Each time a word calls out to be painted in a refrain

I cannot turn from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion
My heaven is this possession in which I freely drown
You may not understand the poetry dancing in my heart
Still I will write, until I become dust, in the ground

Breathe, when thunder questions how long you can hold your breath
When clouds bring you to remember all of your mistakes
You will find inspiration, a drop of water to quench your thirst
The light in your eyes will shine as calmness you remake

Breathe, when your mind loses touch with the static of your energy
When there seems to be no lantern to light your way
You will begin to paint that picture of a sun which shines again
Watching joy run happily through the halls of your day

Breathe, when no happiness can you seem to ever find in your heart
When everything makes you feel worn down and hungry
You will begin to feel better in knowing that all hope is not lost
Roses will bloom, in the grand design, of your victory

Breathe, when you cannot remember the lessons you have learned
When all you can think about are the wolves at your door
Soon, your spirit will find comfort in a quiet solace there at play
Wondering what you were ever holding your breath in for

Capricious waves push at my hands, show how much you mean to me
Do you remember how we used to play instead of talk
I would dress for my day while you stood with your back turned
Considering if you should go ahead and celebrate the details
Of a few minutes drawn in chalk

Our eyes look down the road at the reasons we have to be grateful
Looking at skid marks left in place from better times
While a wisp of smoke considers those heels I wore for you
That tore down the walls in our bedroom many nights
As the memories filled your mind

Just a little air to breathe was all we needed inside of this our warmth
So we would be able to feel the joy of love without labels
You stepped back and so did I to sip from the glass of our glow
Because we thought routine had taken all control
Leaving nothing on our table

I find I cannot breathe the air and this drink has lost its glow
Have you forgotten how we used to play
Where is that wisp of smoke that remembers me in heels
That tore down the walls in our bedroom
As we undressed our day

In all of the directions of what you want to tell me
Comes anything that looks better in motion
Although I am torn by the reasons
I try hard to project
Fact is, there are moments I yield to emotion

I can relax out of earshot of any kind of danger
That does not scatter or burn anyone else
Yet I am not meaning to remember
Why all the hours acknowledge
What I don’t know, ‘cause I won’t tell myself

Acceptance, my sweetheart is a difficult thought
Believe me; I know what has to be done
While held under the watchful eye
Of the hand tightly holding
Love’s gun

Chains quiver under the tongue of flames then lie dead to you
So how can they still sing to me until I cannot forget?
That the grip of time will never end
And even if I go away my lips will smile
With blinded eyes

A shell of seclusion asks at last if I miss those possibilities
Of your constant sifting through my soul and mind
Until hope is no longer a dream
And your flames breathe upon the petals
Chained in ecstasy

The gifts I wish away are still mine to have and know
Held by a single hand with no magical wand
Yet I seem to view the dawn
As a strange rain that brings me gloom
Chained to here and gone

If chains quiver under the tongue of flames then lie dead to you
What is this voice I carry inside my heart to remain?
When all it seems merely waits for me
To release my tears and sweetly smile again
Blinded to the chains

Through all the ways I feel
while every other explanation
clouds my mind,
to be with you now
still fades into highlights
as the music of my soul.

Tinted bit by bit by what is lost
is tomorrow,
bathed in bright tracks
everyone can see leaving
as I tried to
for years and years.

Dancing in the air
are thoughts
that do not know your name
with voices
breathing doubt
into my senses.

Now will endless seconds
share the same sky
with the prelude
that resonates
from everything I know?

Does a chance watch a veil
climb the stairway of daydreams
with eyes
that give what is inside
of me away?

While I long to call what runs around me,
only minutes
of which I have no control,
and like a giant oak
I bend against my grain.

After circling through all the ways I feel
and dancing in the air
with these thoughts;
I find everything
has become tinted bit by bit
by what is found today.

So now I watch darkness
escape up the stairway of daydreams
while chance takes its warmth
from the veil as it falls.

Still, while I may long to call what we are,
miles away from love,
I find myself following
all the ways
I feel about you.

The sky’s nose is pressed to the window of a loner’s heart
Knowing something dances in the bottom
And it stands in front of him

Nothing in life shows what a loner really feels
More than that fountain of ink
Whispering from her pen

Still the sky wonders if there is anything really there
Or if a loner’s heart is merely full
Of emptiness dancing bare

You can see the sky’s ear pressed ever so closely  
Against the window of a loner’s heart
Listening to the pulsing beat

Knowing something wondrous dances in the bottom
It is timeless yet, still he wonders
If it only dances in the ink

Does anything make you feel guilty?
Such as memories that drift in and out of your mind
or perhaps, the sinful taste of chocolate.
What about when you reach up to touch,
the marble steps where your pride once walked.  

She thought you knew her heart was breaking
still she would be waiting for you
with purple ink seeping from her pores.  
Did you know then
how such a narrow field of silence
would have her tripping
over her own bittersweet lines?

She watched you read those pages repeatedly
smiling like you received a medal of honor;
then lean forward with nothing to say at all.  
Did you ever consider
the rose-colored glasses she wore.  

She knows that you have never pretended
to be anything other than what you are
still she  finds you taste like the purest water.  
If you listen carefully,
you can hear her calling  out
for another drink of you.

In the meantime, you leaned forward
to stroke her hair
without ever turning on the light.  
While the world wished,
it could too.

I watched you make one of the coldest moves in front of our reflection. You plunged through billowing smoke into areas that lacked any expression at all. I saw you shift away into various shades of pictures then run shrieking using all that you had seen as an excuse.  While all the while, I was arranging to tour the fields of you.

I saw headlines printed in places so that they became more than just this morning’s declarations. I really liked how you always understood all the tiny little windows you said they held because this is how you knew everything that was happening.  Yes, you knew it all.

There were hundreds of experiences I could hear asking me why you were making the coldest moves.  Yet, you acted as if you never heard them. Still, I saw the look in your eyes the minute they approached. Somehow, I could tell you knew that what you saw smiled and looked forward to not hearing what we both needed to say.

All I could do was shake my head and begin to face more puzzling hours filled with only you and your insistence that I adjust the temperature of the air you had frozen.  I wondered how anyone could stand and look at you and not be startled by who you are.

Blurs of agitation too strange for even me to identify looked over my shoulder with excitement.  They were not there to inhale my perfume only to seek out my scars. The scars that visit my heart from time to time to remind me they can still hold my arms back from reaching out to you.

Even though you laid right next to me we could no longer find each other in the billowing smoke that issued from our breath.  Ice had begun to form between our hearts within the coldest moves.  There we lay in the darkness both of us looking for the best place to hide.

Take my word for it, as this was not an illusion.  I swear I saw cold clouds hanging over the bed laughing at you and me. Because we didn’t have the faintest idea that the darkness wasn’t real or how close we lay to what could make us warm again.

If I knew this now or in a week’s time, pray tell me what do you know about
To be unkind is not my favorite song, rather breathe in summer air
Did you know that lies were hiding like giants on the earth
Yet happiness still lies all around you melting like wax
Into all that is broken

As you fall asleep is your heart racing, do you now cry over uprooted weeds
In years to come will reflecting, nourish your earth when you are sad
Make you soar through the heavens then circle back
To get acquainted with wondering why
One more time again

Last night you leaned upon one of those giants hiding on the earth
While searching your soul for any kind of clue you could hold
Still in the early morning, you had to start again
Because there were bubbles in the water
You thought was clear

Is it just the voice you hear in secret that you let charge in to win
So your eyes will smile when you lean low into your return
Does your world spin round in a gentler flow
Because you knew this now
Or in a week’s time

I am looking at black ink waking up the words that cut through me
While praying, they form a message that sends relief
I want to scream out that this is my world I love so deeply
And that every page is the ground
Where my soul bleeds

Tell me is it less fair to extend a soul so drained that it no longer sings
Yet still rises shyly to offer a quiet refrain you will never forget
Do the tears that are folded into a new day
Become ignorant so much so that they
Drown your spirit

If I wrote you a love letter, would you search the world for our destiny
Perhaps finding words full of vibrant colors that spin on the truth
Or would you get discouraged with my right hand
For delaying the proud breezes you wish
To feel here in wonder

I am looking at black ink racing through my veins
Let me take the time to create a story that will comfort every page
Of this world I love so deeply because rare is the heartbeat
That overcomes that which is taught by time to walk
On the definition of a kiss

My thoughts crumble into sweet passion waking black ink
Until my heart is bathed in a constant notice from time and space
Although my words are never spoken
Bits and pieces of them enjoyed the last time the ink whispered
Onto pages where my soul bleeds

Last night lightning revealed what was never finished or removed
Moving into a calm serenade heard in my mind
Sung by intertwined souls that stood on the steps of time
Breathing in the joy of love’s eternal dance
They did once again find

Looking through what has passed by as lost to what I now know
I hear two voices that were never out of tune
In the beautiful promise that now rises to once again roam
Across the lips and faces of two hearts
That were parted too soon

Last night lightning revealed two lovers with one unfinished dream
In the late hour their serenade moved in my mind
Tonight became yesterday once again on the steps of time
Breathing in the joy of love’s eternal dance
One more time

Let the clouds up in heaven watch the wings of time
While our hearts pull down our shades
Listen as they claim them as their very own
Forgotten like flowers in the wind
Our petals will not fade

Time will stand still and there will be no change
Our hearts will stand in youth
Walking softly within a tender strength
Bright lanterns that will silence
Time’s wings of truth

Our eyes will sweetly smile at silver threads of life
Knowing they will never ever age
Rewriting our own history on either side
Without those heavy wings of time
Brushing on the page

The wings of time demand; tirelessly they seek
A taste of life upon their tongue
Let the clouds up in heaven watch them fly
Our hearts pulled down the shades
Once again, we are young

So many things cry out to my heart as I look into the sky
I see ten thousand tears falling unsatisfied
From a heaven that has left the pain of every day
To still be felt when breathing in a new dawn’s
Wondrous rays of light

Shadows clearly lie awake murmuring undiscovered truths
Sending looks and smiles in all of their demands
While they watch the curtains close on so many lives
Who never took a chance to look outside
What they did not understand

Bricks are placed one by one around the love we hold inside
Until forever becomes a word that drifts away
Into all the tears that fall unsatisfied among shadows
That lie awake crying out to my heart
No more straw and clay

Morning rises in such extraordinary ways;
touching on what is real
When you have been spinning round
in fairy tales
Where stars are silver haired ladies
whose souls have awakened
The smile
carried deep in the pockets
of mist filled clouds
Revealing an upside moon
unveiled

North winds created doorways
radiating single rays of light
That changed the stories old familiar taste
Within dreams a new flame burns on the rosy cheeks
Whose ears are now bent down to hear music
A sleeping soul will make

The heart of the sky melts into bowls;
fills them to their brims
Full of sweet thoughts to save for a rainy day
Unlike the ones you read
in those books you treasure
They dwell inside your heart
softly listening
For you to come and play

Tangled up in fantastic ribbons
of curiously spinning tales
One’s imagination can escape innocently
Into places where everything flows
purely fantastic
To carry on with them when morning rises
To touch upon their reality

I was floating towards being certain
the whole night through
Sleep must live in bubbles that dance on sighs
When half the thoughts stirring in my bones took delight
In pressing their soft lips of innocence
Against my mind’s eyes

Silence weighed my heart to find a riddle never solved
Speak of precious hours of restful sleep
Buried in my mind in the sweet form of dreams
Circling those moments twilight hours
Tend to always keep

Why should I not speak aloud when it’s that time again
Clear restless ground where bubbles leap
So I can wake up in the morning chasing dreams
Not worried about unsolved riddles
Silence loves to keep

I was floating towards being certain the whole night through
Sleep must live in bubbles that dance on sighs
Then one by one I watched them kiss me with delight
I left silence with all her unsolved riddles
As I closed my eyes

Through rain that sounds on hills of tiny moments
Somewhere beneath a faithful plea
We act out in the deepest shades of gray
As intellects passing in cascades
Of sailing ecstasy

Poets reflecting secret words which breathe in joy
Hiding our thoughts in perfect prose
Until the heavens embrace our smiling sun
And we speak in tongues
That we chose

With full cups of dreams from our imaginations
Step by step we advance on shores
Until all your thoughts rhyme in emotions
And all those tiny moments
Become yours

If I told you I am afraid of dust
that catches in places
where I am tired
Would you still find me so amazing
and fun?
If I said what I think
to those who have ears
to hear
When I looked into your eyes
Would I still
be the one?

If the song I sing tonight
is not a soothing lullaby
in an upside moon
Will you still love me
and the melody I create?
Because no matter how my song plays;
we can move on
To all those bright clouds
We anticipate

If I struggled to find words
that washed over your skin
like silk
That lingered dreamily in the light
of your morning
Would you still hear the same sweet voice
when I am tired
And afraid of dust
that catches in places
On words
I am forming