#cloudwalker
God I miss him,
I miss the days of old.
I can taste it.
It tasted like a windy summer night.
Where the waxing gibbous moon was radiating;
Lighting up the cloudless night and then reflecting on the surface of my heart.
Where every small movement of he makes
– with his lips, hands and fingers caused ripples.
They were exaggerated in the best way possible.
It tasted like a cold autumn night;
Like the golden, sweet and sticky honey;
drizzled over warm waffles and a hot cup of rose tea.
Where the waxing gibbous moon was glowing;
Glowing through my curtains then onto my mirror,
casting a reflection on my bed.
Where he lies all day,
Waiting for me to return from reality –
to where I truly belong.
Where we waltzed with stars and I slide down the Milky Way
right into his arms.
I am a nefelibata.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
Society bares us unknown
We do not conform,
Nor do we yield,
A free spirit,
We trail our dreams
Lost deep into vast wilderness
Time can’t keep up,
Days flew by,
Head in the clouds,
Feet stuck down
Not letting others enter this domain
Peaceful, just the way it is,
They can’t **** us here,
Their piercing words,
Scarred us for life
Reliving on a piece
The words we created,
With such obscenity,
Words cannot be expressed,
Written neatly
We are those who live
Up in the clouds of imagination,
Nubivagant gracefully,
The goal of a cloud walker,
A nefelibata.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC