she's caught in sea-swept scenes, ones I wish I could explore and I'm dreaming of the day she'll join me on the shore our conversations ebb and flow, flourishing affection sweep me in that undertow I'd drown for this connection her eyes are locked on oceans and horizons my eyes transfixed on her waiting for… Continue reading allure intensifies
Month: May 2020
conveyed in hazel
mystified my eyes and mind my curiosity piqued embraced by emerald ringlets raven waves convey mystique I wish those verdant rivers would converge on me I’ve grown a little buoyant from their vibrancy impose your hazy oceans on my desert scene and know you fall asleep to wake up in my dreams those hazy emerald… Continue reading conveyed in hazel
silent surges once again
surges of silence visit me again, so my mind and its mouth in perpetuity pretend I'll conjure charm in a silver tongue as we saunter gardens, growing young with blooms illumed and stars strung low one could not, the other out-glow in that land of pretend my words slowly flow — like honey macabre thoughts… Continue reading silent surges once again
misleading machinations
tucked in to shadowed silence, gardens hold a lonely hue replaying gold days in my head till I'm no longer blue as gold days grow from my grasp optimism came and passed I get it in fits, it never lasts pessimism outwits my heart steadfast I've made my home monochrome ever since I've been alone… Continue reading misleading machinations
drenched in dreams
is she from a night or daydream? or might she be from in between? those cosmic rays, conveyed in hazel a daze swayed me still her haze then overcame me and bade my heart reveal her smile, doused in sunshine its image rouses mine constellations drenched in envy— because they’ll never match her shine two… Continue reading drenched in dreams
‘recoil from your toil’
the time says it’s morning the light says it’s night I drown my thoughts in wine the survivors, I ignite I seek sweet souls in venues, bleak and those who crave overt mystique but once my heart begins to speak their interest wanes within the week I’m just not fond of this love of yours,… Continue reading ‘recoil from your toil’
awoken to a dream
I awake from sleepless nights and begin to dream of you despite my ever-wandering mind you’re always in the view so conjuring companionship, are we? you’re hastening my heartbeat, though we’ve yet to meet your virtual effervescence alarms me my heart’ll reach a fatal pace if we do meet face to face you’re a sunbeam-colored… Continue reading awoken to a dream
storm shattered
soft spring winds aren't quite as warm as her resplendent smile, and flowers drink her golden rays on a sunless isle her mind’s a lovely labyrinth where I long to dwell I’m drawn to more than dalliances, I long to lose myself her vibrancy could shatter storms, filling me with butterfly swarms and her glinted… Continue reading storm shattered
camouflaged hearts
unknowingly, I sabotage myself I’m surrounded by camouflaged hearts and mine’s not built for stealth, it was made to fall apart I wear it on my shoulder just like a sleeve right below the chip that seems to never leave I pine for those who resign too soon I write them rhymes, I bring them… Continue reading camouflaged hearts
stolen stars
which sky did you steal your eyes from? I just have to know how many planets miss their suns? and all the glow you stole? the vibrancy of galaxies is gleaming from your eyes, a celestial body in human disguise who could shutter winters, with a wink of her eyes could you gaze this way,… Continue reading stolen stars
subtle as a shotgun
once again, I’ve been undone shooting my thoughts from a subtle shotgun, I’m chasing shadows, but I’m the sun single player in a game meant for more than one unravel your mind till moonlight is sunshine replace my dreams with your sight tell me your stories share all your worries I’ll wait a couple weeks… Continue reading subtle as a shotgun
what color
what colors are your thoughts my dear are they soft and lovely lavenders? are they bold and loud like gold? from a raucous red when young to pallid pink when old an evergreen soul, with hazel windows a gleaming heart, pure as fresh-fallen snow your touch is lilac lightning across an empty sky your voice,… Continue reading what color