Waves upon our shores

 

If only just for tonight

could we block out

the outside and slip

into our overgrowing dreams.

Let the feelings take us where

we wish to be,

let go of the fear

that sometimes

creeps into a day, and sway

under the midnight rain.

 

We could

solidify feelings,

hold them tightly in our hands,

let go of old memories

we never wished to carry.

We make love

in a toast to tomorrow.

A promise to brighten

the futures

that will come our way.

 

And if you dream

of butterflies

we could sit in moonlight

counting those

long goodbyes

and throw them

into the hungry night.

For our futures

will be filled with

hellos held forever

in our hearts and minds

 

For if only for this night

we could close our doors

and just let ourselves

be waves upon

each other's shores,

caressing the hope

that sleeps in our eyes,

then maybe,

we will be alright

for a lifetime or more.

Lipstick trace

 

That lipstick trace

still lingers on my mind,

Your mouth speaking desire.

My heart on fire, dancing

in passion's coals.

Those smouldering holds

your eyes grip over me.

My love folds into

yours so perfectly,

like a letter

stamped & sealed with

a kiss. An envelope of pure bliss.

 

The taste still teases

my brain, the itch still

tickles through my veins.

The intensity

of fire between

still holds a flame,

not whittling down

anytime soon.

Even sleep can't dull

the spark I hold for you,

because in you I see

visions of harmonious blue,

with gold-leaf lined,

floral handwritten scrolls

unrolling before my eyes.

And when I lay and let the blinds

slowly close, that writing

spells out, I love you,

in cosmic swirls.

 

I see you in the

vast open dream road

I stroll through,

when the moon

sighs her lullabies.

Ask me why I never say goodbye,

and I'll say that I see you all the time

when I doze.

And when the wind blows,

I feel your name calling me,

a hushed sound on a kissed ascent,

and I'm being pulled on a high,

for this love

must be heaven sent.

 

It lives in

the smile I can't erase,

the photograph

that stays pinned

to my pining heart.

It can feel every beating truth

inside, a rhythm to a song

that isn't yet playing.

Eyes that are glazed

into my head, like sugar

burnt crisp to my memories.

The scratched name etched

in the whispers of trees,

the leaves that rustle

the song I hear

every time I sit silently.

And when I am low,

I see you pulling up a chair.

The colour of your love

 

I was hanging

on a stray moonbeam,

fingertips clinging,

to the softest light you

could ever see,

it tingled

through my being, making me feel

alive, a flying star on a moonlit night.

The light pointing a pathway,

A line of sight from you to me.

Just hoping you would see me.

 

Am I wishing away a dream

on something that cannot be,

or dreaming

of a promise that has

yet to become real life?

 

I feel a ray of hope inside,

and I never want that light to blot out.

 

I was sitting

in the humidity, slowly

feeling the seeping

heat sweep me

into a lullaby sleep.

A world away from the day,

into a place where hope can be

a reality.

 

Floating on a wave of longing,

thinking, sinking

into my minds visions,

where my yearning glows

in supernova starlight,

and I wish.

I wish

you would see

the colours of

the love

I hold inside.

 

For if you noticed me

clinging tightly

to this moonlight,

you would know

that I wish for you

to appear in my life

like a rainbow

after a downpour.

To blend the colour

of your love with mine.

 

And in my dreams, I whisper to you

that I will hold you tighter

than the moon I sit so closely to,

and you whisper back, but I wake

and the answer sits in the dream.

So now I sleep to try to get

to play it back. Night after night.