Day follows night
sky hides its scars,
you, over there:
and I’m a fossil
of your love,
beautifully petrified.
It’s the same old song
full throttle need,
love dances around corners
always out of reach.
Mornings somersault,
tide line on a beach
driftwood bravely stacked
in some lost winded corner,
and I’m a fragment
of your smile,
the corner where my tongue
impregnates your lips
to semaphore all of this
without speaking.
inhale, exhale,
but the night spins on to day
a whirlwind of lost time, and
beyond all thoughts of this,
just you and I.
Once again another moving piece of art that stirs my emotions!!!!
Quite Moving.