A slow kiss to the whispering breeze

 

I love you,

there I said it,

and now

the air is blessed

with this knowledge.

It fell from my lips,

in a slow kiss

to the whispering breeze.

The thought that keeps

bringing me to my knees.

The thought that makes me sing

when I feel ill at ease,

the thought that rings

like a bell of truth.

It’s you.

 

It has always been you.

The one who walks through

the dreams I view.

Even before the moment

I met you.

And now you are stood here

in front of me,

and I’m unable to speak.

Unable to share,

for that muscle in my mouth

is tied up in bows

and my voice is whimpering,

fearful and scared,

for if you know

then maybe you will go.

 

The wounded heart just sits tight,

for the timing never seems right,

but I can write, and

when the words grow out

in pretty rainbow flowers,

it’s you that inspires hope,

it’s you that lights my sky.

The brightest star on a dreamy night.

The light that fires up my heart.

The light that cuts through the dark.

 

I love you,

and although it may sound mad,

but I’ve known you

for longer than I have.

As in dreams

I saw you dancing,

and in moments of sleep

you saw me glancing,

that look in my eyes,

longing drawn

in crayon scrawls,

you smiled

and asked me to join in

and my heartbeat stalls

but my feet want to move.

 

More than anything

I’m just glad that I know you,

for love flows from you,

and even if that love

doesn’t pour for me,

it sure helps me grow into

someone new.