You whisper to me so elegantly
As you kiss my forehead
My head on your chest
To the rhythm of your heartbeat
"Sweet dreams, my darling..."
As our heavy heads hit the pillow
We each drift into our own state
* * *
4,728 miles from each other
Time zones which feel as if
We are light years apart
You are falling asleep,
As I am wide awake;
The only thing that you can say
Through the electric current is:
"I will see you in my dreams, my darling..."
it was spring in the
serene rivers mantled
by soft, rosy hue of
freshly fallen petals—
the zephyr blew a light
kiss on our smiling,
dazed by the ever so
pristine allure of this
and undying warmth of
until the end of
me, having too much sweetly sickening, saccharine dreams. i've been kinda obsessed with Japan lately, and i've been dreaming about going there too.
Baby come to me
With arms open wide
And before you go to sleep
I sincerely bid you goodnight
Sweetdreams my love
Oh yes please sleep tight
For I will protect you
In the darkness of the night
when eyes open
to watch streams of light
coming through the window
and the heat is only starting.
through the midday
we forget what dream it was
that kept the smile in deep sleep
the rising temperature gets to head
and we realise we are too hopeful.
Simply by night
exhausted our thoughts
fighting sleep to have nutrition
to get back on the bed, have a sweet dream
wishing not to wake up, dream to not end.
your cotton candy flesh
has been dancing
hold me closer tonight
is for you
remember we wake up
in an different world
I think everyone dies
I truly do
Every time they close their eyes
They remain motionless for hours
Until they are revived
Do you disagree?
Clearly you do
Care to show me your proof
So that it may sway me
To a more accepted pasture
"Well what of their vitality?"
"They still move and shiver"
"And they breathe as if alive"
"Surely if something died"
"Their movement would cease"
Yes, their heart beats, and yes, they awaken
But I truly think they, themselves, leave
Why do I arrive at this?
You mean how,
Through a simple observation
I suppose it, at least, to me
It began like this:
When blackest blanket with yellow dots encircled
The sky and the heavens above
I found myself watched and groped by the air
For someone was watching me
When nobody was there.
My Friend said to make my poem flow more instead of rhyme I disagree but here you go I attempted it.
Dear Azi, I'm full of broken thoughts.
My insides are like a box of matches.
The moisture from my sorrow, wont allow combustion.
I get up every morning with a tourniquet in my hand,
seeking the self in the vestibule of my childhood.
Your caveats no longer reach me.
But, the sweet carousel of your laughter still does.
Each loss is a new vulnerability.
A subscript, for a long past bludgeon.
The only whisper that still holds,
is the one that tells of your past love for me.
These miss you nights go on forever
Echoes from my mind, to my heart
Through my core ~
Yet they never
Whisper any notion of
When the waiting will be over
Misty coloured mornings
Gradually appease daylight hours
Into nights injuriously
Adept in loneliness.
You are not here
To wane these solitary nights
That go on endlessly
My security, is your love
A deep feeling of joyfulness
From the second
I looked in your eyes
When I saw my name
Written in your soul
On the nights - I miss you most
These are the moments I console myself with
Until the dream becomes a living reality
You've crossed my mind many nights.
Sometimes I just lay there, holding you tight in mind.
Wandering your body with my hands.
Filling my fingers with the skin I've dreamt so much about.
The things you keep hidden. unraveled in empty sheets, blankets.
Your warmth becoming the only comforter that dictates whether or not I'll have sweet dreams.
What justifies the stain our breath has left on one another's.
The press of your face against my neck.
The marks left on each other in anticipation. Refusing to pull ourselves away.
Clinging tight to the ****** of being beside ourselves.
Deliberately keeping each other awake in the promise of sleeping wild moments later.
To watch your face scrunch up as it breaks your gasp. Bringing a halt to anticipation,
The comfort of bodies becoming pillows harboring us into a deep sleep. Soft, still.
My head laying on your shoulder.
As we ourselves become lost in the sheets