The colour of your love

 

I was hanging

on a stray moonbeam,

fingertips clinging,

to the softest light you

could ever see,

it tingled

through my being, making me feel

alive, a flying star on a moonlit night.

The light pointing a pathway,

A line of sight from you to me.

Just hoping you would see me.

 

Am I wishing away a dream

on something that cannot be,

or dreaming

of a promise that has

yet to become real life?

 

I feel a ray of hope inside,

and I never want that light to blot out.

 

I was sitting

in the humidity, slowly

feeling the seeping

heat sweep me

into a lullaby sleep.

A world away from the day,

into a place where hope can be

a reality.

 

Floating on a wave of longing,

thinking, sinking

into my minds visions,

where my yearning glows

in supernova starlight,

and I wish.

I wish

you would see

the colours of

the love

I hold inside.

 

For if you noticed me

clinging tightly

to this moonlight,

you would know

that I wish for you

to appear in my life

like a rainbow

after a downpour.

To blend the colour

of your love with mine.

 

And in my dreams, I whisper to you

that I will hold you tighter

than the moon I sit so closely to,

and you whisper back, but I wake

and the answer sits in the dream.

So now I sleep to try to get

to play it back. Night after night.