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.
Follow this link for more.
https://linktr.ee/Wordsandfluff
You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DBKXPN13/
and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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