Half the setting moon
for the bat, the night has flown.
A chill breeze, then a faint light
the sun!!
"come on," out"
the lily whispers...
We "wait" adds
the rose..and blossoms all flowers
pink blue purple and red
dew drops twinkle on the grassy bed
buds slowly open for the bees.
The waves sway calm
the sea begins to sleep.
Red breasted birds gather
on the roof top
and swallows twitter...
The music of a name enters my being
the voice i hear so sweet
am aware of the charm, the magic!!!
thy sight was a dream..now a vision
Unreachable..
untouchable
yet, Unceasingly....

you had birds in your mouth and sunlight dripping from your eyelashes.
i promised i wouldn't speak if you wouldn't change faces twice an hour.
we made conversation under a tree and sleep-walked through your kitchen.
i couldn't stare for your poetry disguised as fingers, always moved your hands.

i opened your window and slid to the street, took a walk with the recycling.
my hands looked tired the next morning, and you wouldn't take no.
when the lights fell asleep, we ran for the boats and slipped into the water.
the moon smiled and pulled us apart, i never matched your shoes again.

No need for panic.
The heat of the moment is gone.
No, everything is not alright.
But the honey sweetness of Love,
dancing on the tongue like a memory
lasts forever.
 
Only true love is truly innocent.
Love and life are a chance,
when there is a risk - self made.
Give up Life for death?
Love for friendship alone or romance?
Not a chance.
 
He is firmly entrenched on the one side.
She stays feet planted in her land.
The floating distance that’s between them
is something neither understands.
One may be able to run from true Love,
but once it’s found them, it will always track them down.
 
Sever an Achilles heel to stop the running.
Yet they created the pain.
Against Love they can be numbed.
Then the only real pain is to feel nothing at all.
How can lovers hurt when they have bridged
the distance and are holding on to each other?
 
Their souls need Love, and the soul needs a mate.
And for what the soul wants it will patiently wait.
Sure there is faith, hope, ***, but it’s mostly fear.
A million things that might keep them here.
Floating in the distance between them.

Told as fiction it is mysterious and engaging.
Like a nighttime fairy tale story.
Trust the author and the view changes.
And in the morning you will see.
We cannot continue to hurt this way
When I am holding you,
And you are holding me.
 
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