Never mind
the boy
who's got his
head
in the clouds.

Just...
wrap up his
remains
and
bury him
in
shrouds.

He hopes
to be
missed
by
more than
just
a
few.

More
importantly
he'd like
to be
missed...
Just
by
you.

You hum the tune
I write the lyrics
You read my poetry
I love your tune
Words come to life
Humming your tunes
Let’s sing the song
Lilting music
Perfect symphony  
Hearts in harmony
Time to rejoice
Let’s hold hands
And dance to it
Our feet’s tapping
Entwined emotions
Grand presentation

In the enter circle
The spirits sing
The calming warmth
As the hearth fire burns

Foolishness subsides
For moments uncounted
Hold tight as long as you can
Peace is where you make it

i stopped reading books,
because all i saw in the words
was your name.