There's something that just
takes your breath
when someone else's words
so closely echo
the sentiments
of your own heart.

Two poets connected through
black and white words
all because my mind
can read your soul's words
in my own heart's voice.

All because your soul
writes the language
that my heart
has so carefully learned.

All because two people
wrote in love.

Your love for me is a loud silence

Time is no longer a concept of meaning
The changing of the days is no more measured than accepted
Life moves only in particles
Watching them come together
Formulating perfect moments
Snapshots of happiness

There is no impatience in watching honey
As it trickles smoothly from spoon
It is the beauty in co-existence
Physically trapped and spiritually free
Emotions in the wind, far travelled to a lovers arms
Five minutes can see more change than five years
Polaroid development with the history already etched under skin

It is the scent relaxing on skin that never fades
The changing face that is never unfamiliar
The silence between songs as the jukebox rotates to the next record
Undeniably slow, yet breathlessly impelling
Defined by beat

Like heart beat

I am a golden game clock
Planned to precision
Pressed to freeze
In moments of thought where time has no existence
No right to dictate
Freedom to fly in fantasy

This is where we meet
As falling letters floating in the breeze
How long we have fell, is not of importance
Not when we create the sentences in love of which we speak in gesture
Our calligraphy changes the landscape
Redrawn in no time, yet with all the time to share
We shall always watch the same skyline
Read the same meaning in Verse
Live together under the dust covers of historical literature
Lost in an animated culture
And forever freeze time in the wait
That those seconds of joy turn the timer,
Awaiting the change.

For the change is coming
It is on the horizon
Even though we are yet to see a new dawn beginning
One day, we shall allow time to fulfil its purpose

We are slaves to time
To the incessant push of the clock
The unstoppable progression of reality
But all I need is the shadow of a second
The fraction of a moment
When I plunge head first
Into the endless wonder behind your eyes 
Those treacherous eddies that pull me closer 
Steal my words and break my calm 
A willing victim to your inescapable currents, 
That sweep me 
In the skip of a heartbeat 
To blankets of stars and open fields 
The kiss of moonlight on wine flushed cheeks 
Bodies warm against the envious frost of the air 
To the salty tang of sea swept lips 
Interlocked fingers and tangled hair 
The surge of the ocean in steady unison
With the beat of two hearts melting into one
To the safety of privacy 
Of black and white idols and flickering screens
Fictional wonders shared under sheets of adoration and mutual understanding 
In comfort and freedom 
To finally be as one

I travel the world with you
In a momentary glance 
In a murmur of breath 
In the single tick of a clock face 
Why be the enemy of time
When in your eyes 
I have forever.