The sky is dark purple
And I can’t see a single star
The only things twinkling
Are faraway orange streetlights
On the horizon
It still looks pretty good though
Even if they are man made
And not the type of things
That people usually get
Romantic about
A twinkling light is a twinkling light
At the end of the day
Living in a run down environment
You have to take your romance
Wherever you can get it
All everything loaded
to one afternoon
the grass itself printing
to our limbs
and clouds washing sky,
the birds below us
reeling and unreeling
climbing in arced waves
and wonder is a moment
burning skywards- cut away
from all,
time fettered and tethered
at bay.
We exist a May flown day
hour glass full
sated-
gone.
My eyes search someone in the crowd
Vision has dimmed but not the hope
Waiting for the face my soul searches
To relish the serene beauty, which
Springs the life in me!
Morning wakes me with golden hands
The blue sea churns some tunes
Cuckoos sing sweet melodies
Makes me feel romantic and young!
My dreams shatter why? I know not
Why nights are not a bit longer
I see you in the mirror of my dreams
And lament when the mirror shatters!
I always felt you beside me
In my joyous moments, and in my grief
In my thoughts and in my daydreams
You were always there as a part of my soul!
Love me, my love, before shadows
Disappear with heralding morn’
In a sultry summer casting a gloom!
Sit on the cold rock by the stream
And drown in the serenading music
Drops, falling from the wet leaves
Awakens dreams that you are here
Listen to the song of the ocean blue
And the lovely tunes nature plays!
Love me, darling, endlessly,
Dance with me in the golden hue
The golden horse with the golden mane
Has been waiting for us, did you know?
The emerald isles of summer
gleam through my eyes of green.
There is so much beauty to behold,
so many sights to be seen.
Sun kissed beauty,
lying on the beach
a conch shell to her ear,
eating a juicy peach.
“I was about to fall,
Going to lose my identity,
By blending myself,
With rain water,
Cuz I was,
Born to blend!
Meanwhile,
The kindest plant,
Extended its hand,
And caught me,
Now,
I, delicate ball,
Resting,
In the green bed,
And singing
kindness costs nothing”