Her bracelet broke once she let me go,
I thought it was a sign
The necklace she gave me split a little after
Once I thought maybe she was mine
Now we're drifting faster and faster
Though I knew she was gone...

I held on

Sappho truly had it right when
She wrote Fragment 31
For my limbs ache with longing
My breath is cut short
And I am choked with the thought of you
Nausea grips my very being
My hands quiver
My voice shakes when I speak
I can not sleep for you fill my dreams
I can hardly eat
To swallow past the lump in my throat

You destroy me and you
Make me feel alive

I am basking in the green
Looking through time
Listening to the chorus of us
And I wonder if the Moon is listening too

She is my snow in summertime
Everything I cant have
Everything I wish were mine
Only ever years ago
May I see a summers snow
Our kisses go long forgotten
By everyone but me
Love only exists
In books of history
Because even if it snows
Everyone knows
It doesn't last
so it must be,
Our stolen romance remains in the past.
And I must keep remembering
though memory brings me pain
i'm a ******* (just for this)
So I'll dance in summer rain

A little girl, sitting by the ocean.
She's quietly listening to the tides.
Making her forget all the commotion.
The sound would take over, thoughts leave through sighs.

As she grew up she searched for that soft tune.
In every little thing that she could find.
Until stars aligned in the afternoon,
And the universe said we were divined.

Love, you remind me of the very thing,
That I adore than most all on the earth.
So it's you to whom I'll be listening.
It's your music that's making my days worth.

Now I stay basking in your soothing waves.
My ocean, promise you'll hold me always.

You grab my hand, pull me out of the madness.
Take me to that place, where You’re the only face,
I can see. Careful fingers unbraid cherry curls,
draping a tightly-held cardigan, on the anorak’s
open arms. And when I look away, guide my
eyes so they gaze into the aquamarine of Yours.
Planting soft kisses on my barren cheek,
You water me. Talking with a voice far
sweeter-sounding than a lyre. Words draping
over me like velvet, until I find some of
my own. No longer dictated by a script.
Gently peeling back the layers of myself,
you finally find my soul. Once blue, now
Golden-hued, thanks to You.

golden rays of sun, kiss Your soft cheeks.
and clovers sprout in the path You followed.
Your pomegranate lips softly hum, melodic a
as a nightingale's song. I ache for a taste.
Oh my persephone, bring on the season,
where hyacinth blooms and morning dew
sleeps soundly on fields. Your lovely soul,
as pure as springs beauty. for star-shine
sparkles in your eyes. lighting up all of
earth, all of My life along with it. gentle
hand, intertwined. bless me with Your
glace. baptize me, pomegranate kiss.
planting seeds inside, My heart. budding,
growing. my Love for You, flourishes like a
garden. forever abundant.

The Moon was a milky white
So round and so bright.
The Sea was serene tonight,
calmly glimmering in the moonlight.
Higher became the tide
as she found her feelings hard to fight.
The Moon only smiled
a warm, comforted smile.

"My dear," said The Sea,
"How thou gloweth so bright!
Thou art even brighter
than the stars in the sky!
O, what a beautiful sight..."
"Thou sayeth that every night"
The Moon replied
with a delighted sigh.

"But o, how I love
whenever we reunite!
Every word we exchange
is full of delight..."
The Moon remarked
As The Sea replied:
"And 'tis for those things
that makes me come here every night."

The Sun will soon rise,
Ere the tide will be too high;
"I must go," said The Moon.
"My sister shall take o'er the sky."
The Sea almost wept
but she gave her a sigh.
"All right then, my Moon,
I shall see thee next night."