Your eyes speaks louder
Than your illuminary
But its your heart which desires.
Your voice may not be
Everyone’s melody, but for some
It’s more than that.
Your actions are deeper than
Anyone’s thoughts of today
Which makes me thrive for you.
Your tears which resemble
Care for your family is
The purest pearl in the universe.
For the rest of my life
Will you be my galentine?
Categories:
illuminary, beauty, care, celebration, desire,
Form: Free verse
Sleep with me under the afghan of stars
illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars
A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours
as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories.
~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint
while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist
We are still intangible, first here, but than a mist
as vagrant as sweet stars in their last glory.
Shoulders hug the trees with their limbs limp silhouette
while we strip translucent star capes to their bows with no regret
Moon beam pure explosions to beget and to beget
the light with which we pine for now in haste~
Sleep with me under the myriads of minds
which slept here before us and whispered in kind
We will be stardust ourselves you will find
as our wings of illusion unravel.
Categories:
illuminary, adventure, happiness, imagination, life,
Form: Rhyme