He kissed
her words of desire
off her lips
before they had
a chance
to escape
into thin air
unrequited.
Each breath
cherished
upon moments
of madness,
sunsets and shadows
stretching into night.
A blue flame
burns slowly.
Unbound,
unfettered,
a writer writes
in hues
of words,
what a painter paints
with a brush,
a musician
with notes,
and a dancer
with their movements.
In a hidden grove
my dreams lay sleeping,
craving moments of blue.
I walk with the rain
and cray with it.
I rise with the sun
and set with it.
How strange
the language
of the sea,
every time it arrives
it leaves.
Curse this echo
that stumbles
through time,
I choose
this night to
awaken.
Pinned
against a shimmering sky
a blue moon weeps
unshaken.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
He kissed
her words of desire
off her lips
before they had
a chance
to escape
into thin air
unrequited.
Each breath
cherished
upon moments
of madness,
sunsets and shadows
stretching into night.
A blue flame
burns slowly.
Unbound,
unfettered,
a writer writes
in hues
of words,
what a painter paints
with a brush,
a musician
with notes,
and a dancer
with their movements.
In a hidden grove
my dreams lay sleeping,
craving moments of blue.
I walk with the rain
and cray with it.
I rise with the sun
and set with it.
How strange
the language
of the sea,
every time it arrives
it leaves.
Curse this echo
that stumbles
through time,
I choose
this night to
awaken.
Pinned
against a shimmering sky
a blue moon weeps
unshaken.
