Tag: writing

once

Unwilled and unchanging was the folly of adolescence. Each individual succumbed to its predictable pattern, yet no know decipher it until they were left in it’s wake, burned and aged.

Lucky enough to have loved in adolescences’ tight grip and to enjoy the rose coloured world even it if ephemeral. The world was different with your presence and together, a world of our own. Created in love’s tender image, always fond in my memory.

Face to face with you now, maturity stricken and beaten down by adulthood, the world of our past lives, only now, a fleeting reality. Played on loop and kept alive by the endless possibilities of Divine Providence it is suspended in another present, unknown to us.

I will look at you with admiration, for to have shared this with you will always be an honour. This will be the only eternity we will know because it is the only thing we can both be sure of.

the valley of my soul

You look at me with eyes that eat into my soul,

eyes that I cannot turn away from.

I want to sink into them and drink your thoughts.

Float away on your dreams and hum nightmares away.

I feed on your voice and lust for your skin,

how did I survive before?

for your voice is my water

and your presence, my air.

I will follow you

to each corner of the earth,

sing you to sleep,

and wake you each morning.

My music, my sonnet, my fire, my soul

how did I survive before?

come to me

come to me, in daylight

when the sun is the highest in the sky

bring me your smile

let me watch you then

come to me, at dusk

when the sky turns purple

bring me your arms

keep me warm as night comes

come to me, in the dead of night

when the stars are the only light

bring me your voice

talk to me as we drift to sleep

stay with me, when the daylight breaks

as the day begins

start it with me

and stay with me, forever more

simple pleasure

Your kisses can take me away, someplace else

another dimension, only we know.

Your eyes usher me in, piercing my soul

looking away would only hurt me more

Tell me how you light the darkness up,

and how you bring flames underwater.

How does the winter seem like springtime?

and rain seem like sunlight?

Dark wood burning

and the smell of candles

Deserted streets

and the break of dusk.

I see you in the most delicate things.

When it is mundane

you are there to make it,

extraordinary.

time

The sun has not risen yet, the birds are not chirping; the world outside does not know it is almost morning, we still have time. 

Why does it go so fast from us? Always slipping away. For us, we are always chasing another moment, wishing it was the one before. 

We know we can never go back, and we cannot go any faster; yet we still pray that time bends for us just this once.

 

Time is a deviant, it plays tricks on lovers; when they are apart it stretches itself as far as it can so one minute is a million. But when they are together it shrinks itself up until there’s nothing left.

Maybe it is jealous?  Maybe it is lonely? Here from the beginning and here till the end, with no one as constant to company it.

 

Time is as desolate and unforgiving as a dessert; forced to watch every sunrise and sunset alone, to watch lovers dream of one another, to listen to sonnets and musicians play ballads.

Brought here by some unknown power and bound to govern us all; we curse it out for its very nature as well as beg it to obey us.

Yet time is not free like us we get to do as we wish. We get to rise when we want and set when we please.

 

This morning when our sun rises and our birds start to chirp, let’s watch it with time and let it pass without willing it to change. Let’s not wish for more, let’s not beg it to slow down.

The morning will come again for us and we will have our moment once more, because time is precious to us and one day we may have no more.

the way home

These days are so long

and my legs so weary

i wish you were here

to carry me home

 

a hazel hue to light the way

my voice, a guide

travelling fast enough

to beat the break of day

 

when we arrive a bed awaits

and there, we take rest

a side for each of us

a sanctuary for lovers

 

we fall asleep

and we hope we meet in our dreams

because even in sleep

we can’t bear to be alone