There is nothing so more or less beautiful than the night.
Especially when the stars are out and the night shines each and every one into the dark.
The breeze blowing on your back.
The smell of coffee and sugar.
Near morning.
There is nothing so more or less beautiful than the night.
Especially when the stars are out and the night shines each and every one into the dark.
The breeze blowing on your back.
The smell of coffee and sugar.
Near morning.
I wish to give you
my heart but all I can do
now is wish you love.
You are all the silly love songs and poetry on love.
You’re still dancing in
my mind, but you’re still here close
to my heart. But I need you to
come a bit closer….
A little closer to me.
I see right through you and I like all the things I see.
I see you.
I see right through you.
I love all that’s in you.
When you are gone, my
depression will act up and
everyday it will willingly
rain all the time
know I will not forget you.
I will be writing Valentines every year. At least; yours.
I am in love with
your soul and I want to be
loved with your warm sweet embrace
feeling your heart’s warmth.
We were once witches of the sea.
Born before the wind.
We’ve navigated oceans over time;
used our voices to tell our stories.
Arraignment for the land folk to tell tales of brave Ulysses.
To be muses.
To make men fall in love with with our songs.
Songs only our children understood
and the ones that men have so below fallen.
We were oh so younger than the sun but not too far older than the sands of time.
We were reincarnated from water as we burnt from fire and grew stronger by the rain, earth and wind.
Water; once our homes were flooded with tales of brave Ulysses.
As our voices were carried off by men
and the slitting of our throats.
Our stories, our voices;
Shipwrecked by islands of golden streets only to return.
Only to return in the water through time.
Only time.
I miss you, and of
course I’ve seen better looking.
but nothing compares to you.
I drink you like wine.