Is it all just fantasy?
The way I know instinctively
that when I'm thinking of you,
you are thinking of me.
Is it a story? Ripped from pages,
of the beauty who sees
beneath the dumbstruck gazes,
the shadow that just
needs to be seen
so you realise
that all the lines are defined,
but they just blur
when the light doesn't shine.
Is it make belief?
A fairytale as old as time itself,
a fable etched within the spines
of books held upon so many shelves,
or is this story mine? Is it true?
Do you think of me
when I think of you?
Do you smile
when you see the moon,
knowing that I also see it too?
Is it just the way the universe
plays with our hearts?
Taking them and giving hope,
just to watch that hope fall apart.
Or is there magic in the stars?
Is it filled with song?
\does it sing for you,
in the same tone
as it has always sung to me?
It sings let your heart beat free,
to fly, to become
who it has always longed to be.
Or did I misread the signs?
When the entry light shone,
was it really an exit sign,
telling me to be gone?
Was our song sung,
before we ever knew?
Was it singing when
the universe first came to?
Did it plant a seed within
that would grow over centuries?
As I dreamt of the future
scribbled in restless diary entries.
Is it all a fantasy?
A place beside the sea,
an escape from reality,
to live for a moment
that feels like eternity.
And do you sometimes feel
that same pull calling?
The one I hear in my head ringing,
but if I answer, the line drops dead.
and I'm just left with the same words
echoing around in my head.
Do you think of me,
when I think of you?
Do you see my face
when you view the moon?
Do you hear our tune?
It's growing louder still.
Do you feel the heart?
Its call getting shrill.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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