A starlit dream in scarlet highlights

 

A dream, asleep

under chandelier skies.

I slip through the ether

beside lakes coated in moonlight sequins.

Duvet nights and blanket satellites.

If I could pluck some

lucky heather I’d wish upon

the stars that shine.

I’d ask for you

to come and lay down

the roots of time

and entwine in this dream of mine.

 

I dream as free as a whisper,

a promise kept, a secret

wept under that tree before I slept.

A tear for every scar, a whimper for

what I lost when I stopped looking for more.

 

A cry that it was always you I looked towards.

It was always you that made my rivers flow forward.

 

And if I could pull a four-leaf clover

from the ground beside me,

I’d wish to the heavens,

for you to lay out a memory,

so that we could listen to the waves

lapping their melody upon the shore

of the lakeside scenery.

 

And I see through closed eyes

a starlit night, as the starlet

dances in scarlet highlights,

and I open to see, a shooting star,

and I wish...

Once more for you to be

here to hold me warm,

to be here where we belong.

Two souls that should

always have been one.

My love in whispered tears,

I sing my song for you.

 

Will you hear the words

when the melody is gone?

Ego death

 

She will arrive in a taxicab

from my dreams, the starlight,

she will come from so far,

a satellite of my heart,

and I’ll let the ego die.

 

The walls built to

protect my fearful heart,

the stalled beats

that whimper within.

 

For now, there is no me.

Only us, and I will give all.

 

My worlds will show you stories,

they will create safe spaces for our

sailing souls to float.

They will open up to our shared whole.

The original dream,

a single cell split in two.

One me and one you.

 

And we will grow,

Together.

A tree whose branches reach

out to touch the ether.

 

And like a reverse Adam and Eve,

We will let our leaves fall

we will let ourselves walk tall

in this Eden we create

from the seeds of our story.

Love language.

 

What is your love language?

Mine speaks in tongues,

it sings and it roars,

it slows and calms, when it is

holding on to a moonbeam.

It longs to feel comfort

in the closeness of a breath,

a spoken word held in the air

before blowing away in the

electric atmosphere.

 

My language is closeness

and shared experiences.

It is the whispered daydream

that flows between two awakened

hearts beating in rhythm.

My language speaks in song.

It rhymes in the chiming air

and longs for you to share

the weird that it sees as ordinary.

 

My language is time,

it is shared highlights,

beamed onto the moon,

for us to watch back

like a movie playthrough.

My language is song,

it is hearing your words singing along,

when our closeness

makes the earth turn.

It is warmth. The burning

of the sun. It is lightness,

the moon on a dark night,

but it is also shadows

where we hold each other tight.

 

My language is

in the worlds we can create,

and the stories that circumnavigate,

it is the unique in a sea of normalcy,

it is a quirky beat played out of key,

an orchestra just out of sync,

but it is whole and true,

and it plays on for you and me.