white edges of truths
dance and lose themselves
against the blue drape of sky
I swam off the tips
of your fingers
and found the bottom
of
everything
....surfacing in the dead
of winter
or even under a hot dry
summer sun
I shiver
I expect and decide
nothing
while
the day aches inside a
a cocoon of reality
waiting for my heart
to butterfly
again
I find there is only today
and your face gone
like cherry blossoms
and yesterdays rain
the night
longing under a moon
that will leave it
a million times
more
remembering
my trail of a thousand
kisses showering
your ignorant cheek
in the ochre light
of morning
falling away
like a dream
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC
white edges of truths
dance and lose themselves
against the blue drape of sky
I swam off the tips
of your fingers
and found the bottom
of
everything
....surfacing in the dead
of winter
or even under a hot dry
summer sun
I shiver
I expect and decide
nothing
while
the day aches inside a
a cocoon of reality
waiting for my heart
to butterfly
again
I find there is only today
and your face gone
like cherry blossoms
and yesterdays rain
the night
longing under a moon
that will leave it
a million times
more
remembering
my trail of a thousand
kisses showering
your ignorant cheek
in the ochre light
of morning
falling away
like a dream