Stolen moments & lost wishes

 

Through the rays

of the subtle sun,

I want to look upon

the dais, which platforms

your words so delicately,

to elevate them high

above everyone else.

The daisies painted across

the open windowsill

into beautiful summer days.

The stolen moments

and the lost wishes.

The dreams that have

been extinguished

and washed away

by the soft waters of yesterday.

 

If I could turn back the clock

I’d go back

to when our eyes first locked.

I’d feel that shock,

that feeling where your stomach lurches

and I’d feel again that sensation

when the butterflies burst free,

like riding a rollercoaster

carriage of destiny.

And I’d whisper to myself, to say

embrace the dreams,

for they make your life complete.

Don’t fear, for fear

is a construct of this reality,

and love is so much bigger

than the galaxy you are

currently residing in.

 

I wish to reignite that fire inside

and feel it, warming away the cold

that blights our time. For in

the poetry of the universe

we are but grains,

seeds that will grow

into towering dreams.

So, plant yours next to mine,

we can have a forest world

in no time, and under

the moons lusty shine

I’ll say one more time,

that your heart is divine.

and your mind is sublime,

and I want to spend

the rest of time,

letting your art

merge with mine.