Monday, 30 September 2024

To the ends of the universe and back

 


We can lay in the blossom.

Fields of dandy lions sauntering,

roaring along with the sound

of the rushing river and its

welcoming song.

We can sit in that loving gaze

where eyes can't move in case

it's all a mistake, a mirage in the air.

To even blink

could see

the image

fade.

 

We can sit

underneath waterfalls.

The spray teasing us

to look its way,

the majestic blue

of the glowing water tempting

us to let eyes stray,

but my eyes are all over you,

drinking in every heartbeat

as if it has never tasted

anything as delicious as your memories.

The rumbling grumble of coursing

liquid calls, but I'd be

unable to answer,

too entranced to chance a

glance away,

to ever miss a moment of this day.

 

We can feel the soft ground beneath.

The heat from our fiery embrace

radiating into the soil as we breathe.

The air of loves beauty bequeathed.

I never want to leave,

so perfect a scene,

But then, with you,

any view would be a dream,

I'd travel to the ends of the universe and back

on your wonderous light beams.

Sitting with you and your magic gleam.

 

We can build a home

from the buttercups and roses,

let the irises encircled us,

protecting from

the harshest winds unkind forces.

A neon soul riding my shadow,

we can levitate to the stars.

Hearts penetrating the clouds

so that the rains wash down,

the trees serving to

guide the rains to fill the river to bathe,

to wash away the dirt of the city grime.

And every night

under our blanket of leaves,

we can climb,

to watch the moon

and her mysterious shine.

 

 

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Kyle

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