nothing makes sense
lost in the crypts
symbols and wits
i can't comprehend
the messages you send
signals continue to mix
whole words i seem to miss
not good at reading lips
give me a hint
people turn to mist
do you even exist
i keep losing my mind in this
language of your kiss

remember that when
your wavering soul
catches fire
for the second
or hundredth
time

when you call on me
once more
misery boiling over
a cascade of every
decision, you
never made

i will not be there
you are alone

I don't ask why,
Only when,
When will your kiss grace me?
When will you be mine again?
When will I be swept away in your wind?

And I will fall for you,
Not like rain
Or drifting flakes of snow,
But like the sun.
Everyday.
Endlessly.
Over and over again.

I'm not sure
if we have souls
or if its a metaphor
of our essence
but
either way
I want mine
to mingle with yours

Years later I will remember your name
And all the sweet things
And wonder what could have changed
Between two strangers

As I lie here
With eyes closed softly
I think deeply of you
And I inhale stars
The scent of twinkling light
So fresh and alive
Sparkling gentle inside me
And I want to write this feeling
So tentatively
As it must be
Like writing words on bubbles
Delicate and precious
Begging them not to disappear
Like dreams in the morning

                                        By Phil Roberts