An ode to a day yet to be

 

A gift in words, a poem to say

what the flowers would try to convey,

if instead of just swaying in the heat

they could be words on the breeze.

An ode to a day yet to be,

where we travel any roads

that care to greet our steely hearts.

And if the gravel should get between our toes

and the heat from the burning sun should

try to overcome,

then we will shelter in our own arms,

for love once tied will never be undone.

 

Just a few words

to share how when I breathe air

I feel my lips saddened

by the lack of your presence in the

soft pillow atmosphere,

How my lips despair

that they are alone

Parted waiting for your heart to become  

the final part of this circuit of love,

to spark the dreams to start.

Those fairytale journeys embarked

upon clouds in the stardust skies.

 

So I’ll gift a flow of words

that once heard

will speak only to you,

for my love is a two person play,

It doesn’t demand a cast of actors,

or an audience of many.

Just your eyes looking into mine,

as the silhouette of you

becomes more defined,

as you step closer through

the moonlit halo that encircles you.

All I care about is here.

All I care about is true.

 

Our hearts beating in time,

our eyes never looking away

as your lips touch mine

and the credits roll. 

The end of the beginning

of this perfect play.

A stage show musical

where our hearts dance

across brightly lit stages of fairytale dreams.

 

And in some fancy stage craft magic

we will be whisked away,

to the stars above,

that sway and sing

their songs of love

through the rafters.

For you are the star I see

when I look to the sky for answers,

You are the love

that dances in the moonlight.

You are everything right

in a world that feels left behind.

You are forever

and that is where I want to fly.