Her skin is a pillow for my head Her words brighten my dusty corners. Her hand guides me as we run Through rivers and borders.
If every dream I wished on came to life So be here and then. If I could, I would sleep next to you For hours on end.
She is the summer breeze She whispers lullabies in my ear. She’s the flowers in yonder fields, soaking up the sun. She’s the smile on my face And the mimic of children’s pace. She is youth and beauty dear She’s a song that’s almost sung.
Real and imagined, You brighten both skies. I put my arms in the air To feel the sun rise. Take a deep breath, as you slow dance. Lie down and together Disappear in the blades of grass.
You are the summer breeze Whispering lullabies in my ear. You’re a flower in yonder field Soaking up the sun.
26th-30th May 2017
I often write from both the heart and the imagination, and it results in poems like this one. I realise I haven't posted this particular one that I wrote, but now's better than never :) It's a bit vintage inspired I think, and very truthful. I hope you enjoy!