I lay in the dark
thinking of you
and I start to
tug away the nighttime sky,
feeling fragments of midnight
become reality in my grasp.
I pull the dreams
a little closer to me,
Worn strands of the sky
sing a gasped song,
stars stand alight
with stories I'd die to know.
Mysteries held
in the marvels of space,
I'd long to see their
galactic monuments,
their mystical glow
etched in the celestial
memory trace.
In the darkness
of my mind’s eye
I start to see light.
Cosmic paintings
of your perpetually
beautiful face.
Carved eternally
to this eyelid
resting place.
I let my thoughts fall
to all the aborted tomorrows,
the future paths destroyed
in the blink of an eye. I sigh
at how one waved goodbye
can see so many futures die.
I think of those universes,
ending
before they ever
truly got to begin.
ending
through fear,
fear of letting a feeling
tease the omnipresent skin,
of a universe
that already knows
what I'm thinking.
In the darkness
of my mind’s eye.
I see flames rising high.
Inside I want to cry,
at my own pride,
the fear of being
left alone
striding along the roadside.
When that is where I roam alone
every uneventful eventide,
instead of just saying a brisk hello
and sharing a kiss with the happy sky.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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