Let me string for you the moon,
with twine measured from the deepness in your heart.
Have it wound around your left pinky,
so that its promise of light may never break.
Glance up when you are not well,
when the night frightens your timid bones.
Follow your arm down to your fingertips
and feel the string,
abridged to the stars.
When you are alone,
and your heart is small,
seeking the tiniest of light to fill the void,
climb the twine,
now shortened for your breadth.
I shall be waiting for you,
and as we watch the earth grow dim,
bathing in the light of our purposeful hearts,
we shall capture it,
and give the world resplendent sunrise.
I love this place, even when you are not here. It is quiet and free, like the open ocean washing our bare feet of the day. There is only room for you and I, yet it is too immense for just one heart. When we are here, our love can flourish. We are at peace with the world, for there is no other but ours. You created the earth, and I built your heart a shelter. With your skies you have kept me aloft and I have shown you how beautiful your creation can be. You may leave me alone at times, but I still love this place. I fill the clouds with images of you, in hopes that the drowning rain may bring you back to me. Our place is not perfect, as their is much pain and sorrow not far from this oasis. When we are here though, everything is right; and until you return to the circle in my arms, I will smile at your face, laugh at our memories, and wait until the night is old, so that I may find you in my world, which is built from dreams of you.
There are times where I miss you terribly, and every endless second ages me with worry and fear that you may never return.
The day you let go of your fear, is the day when you start living for yourself.
My mind recalls the sea,
Calm and still.
Until the thunders wake me
And the clouds bring turmoil,
My poetry shall resemble the endless horizon of my thoughts.
Simple.
Quiet.
Barren.
Don’t ever feel sorry for what lies in your heart. If you are to keep that from surfacing, you will only be hiding your truest self.
And the sweetest of malices is that of your hand rested in mine. For your frightful heart, I fear I can never keep still enough to give my undying love to.
I do not remember when we first kissed, but I recall so vividly the entrapment left by the sweet, nervous brim of your lips; as we flourished in that moment, exchanging the heavy air of our hearts, the fill of your lips shall linger on mine for the remainder of our days. And when we meet again, after our lifetime together and our eternity apart, I shall embrace your lips before all else, and we will live and love again, as tender and new as a reoccurring dream, forgotten with the day.
I want things to be simple when we are together.
I love your ambition and I would never keep you from your dreams, but I just hope that through everything you don’t lose sight of what we would have.
I want someone that in the end will not dwell on the accolades they’ve achieved or the amount of success they have had, but be happy and content with the life she had shared with me and that the love that we have created is worth every other fallen dream. I want to be enough for someone.
