May 2015
Clouds
I love the way the clouds seem to lay gracefully atop the air as if they are drifting off to sleep on a blanket of wind currents,
Like resting my head over her heart and floating too, gently off with them, following the rhythm of her flowing heart off into paradise.
No need to dream , because the dream is where my head is now nestled.
Her breathing caresses me like the rolling tides that brush the surface of the sand , my head is the conch that sets imbedded within, swelling with echoes of "I love you's" blended in her heartbeats song.
For with her , I am sleeping on the air with the clouds as well.
I love the way the clouds seem to lay gracefully atop the air as if they are drifting off to sleep on a blanket of wind currents,
Like resting my head over her heart and floating too, gently off with them, following the rhythm of her flowing heart off into paradise.
No need to dream , because the dream is where my head is now nestled.
Her breathing caresses me like the rolling tides that brush the surface of the sand , my head is the conch that sets imbedded within, swelling with echoes of "I love you's" blended in her heartbeats song.
For with her , I am sleeping on the air with the clouds as well.
