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ross Jul 2021
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barefoot prints on wet sand
as waves and sunset meet;
light dancing across the water
seashells washing at my feet.
within i hear an ocean
a lullaby once lost in time;
or perhaps i hear an echo
of a time your love was mine.


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ross May 2021
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from darkness we emerged
a fragile little dream;
the wonders of the universe
and all that she had seen.
our bodies each a vessel
from a time before our own;
suspended between a sunbeam
a world we call our home.
and yet, the beauty of it all
is the clock upon the wall;
as when nothing else remains
perhaps only the stars,
will remember our names.


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ross Apr 2021
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we are but
two lovers lost
between worlds;
worlds in which
we have always
lost one another.
time and time again;
we meet
we fall
and again
we lose it all.
how else could your face
reminder me of a home
that has never been,
but yet, was always so close.
how else could i know you
before you spoke a single world.
how else could i lose you
and remember this same
empty feeling.
my love
our moments together
are not measured by time;
our bond
our longing
our contention
transcends understanding
defies reality,
two souls lost
in the same place
at the same time;
forever searching
for each other.
a tragic love
divine fate;
our beautiful paradox.


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ross Apr 2021
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perhaps if the stars
could ever gaze back
upon themselves
suspended in the night sky,
revel in their own beauty.
soak in their own majesty.
in awe of their own wonder.
perhaps only then,
they would understand;
what i see in you.


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ross Apr 2021
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you took off your clothes;
and my heart felt the weight
of things i’d never known.


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ross Mar 2021
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slipping out of that tiny gown
nothing could have caught her;
wet skin steeped in candlelight
honey, i was so jealous of the water.


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ross Mar 2021
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our hearts had loved
and loved, unshaken;
behind each stolen smile
they both were breaking.
we found comfort in each other
a place to be safely insane,
a world away from normality
a place free from pain;
there are moments when i hear you
your voice trembles in my head,
and now i’m stuck telling fables
of the things i never said.


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