I want
to sit here
with YOU
learning the secrets
of your soul
as the silence
echos
through these trees
and when darkness
falls upon us
we’ll hang
our saccharine dreams
upon the moon
while we
fall in love
with the stars

I want
to sit here
with YOU
learning the secrets
of your soul
as the silence
echos
through these trees
and when darkness
falls upon us
we’ll hang
our saccharine dreams
upon the moon
while we
fall in love
with the stars

I find you
inside another dimension
a vast space
outside of this physical world
where the concept of time
just doesn’t exist
where we connect
beyond the touch
beyond the mind
beyond the depths
of our surface
we connect in this sphere
that sits inside of emptiness
through the very souls
of our existence
the language we speak
has no voice
no shapes or letters
it has no rhyme or reason
there are no words
it only has a rhythm
a magnetic force of waves
that carry us to one another
through the universe
where we are connected
nothing could ever change that
we are bonded
forever, you and I
my heart
belongs to you
if only
a little part
for I now know
that dreams
do come true
for if they didn’t
there would be no
you
As she
turned off
the old lamp
she caught
a glimpse
of her tired eyes
staring back
from the mirror
her life flashes
before her eyes
lifes regrets
fill her heart
her once
strong words
no longer
carry their weight
as she
closes her eyes
for another long
empty night
the final
cold winter
sets deep within
her bones
the words
twist and turn
inside of her
clawing
at her soul
beating
down her walls
slowly moving
through her veins
waiting
to be released
into the unknown
of this vast space
ready
to come alive
amongst the stars
to be splattered
upon these
once empty pages
may I fly
upon your wings
tonight?
I just can’t seem
to find my own
words
fall like rain
upon
naked flesh
hour by hour
the passion
builds
fingers dance
searching the depths
of my core
the waves
arrive
one after another
until sated
intoxicating
the scent of us
lingers
filling the room
if I showed
you the scars
upon my heart
would you still
want to read
the truth
within my soul
This is why I write. Words inspire me. They sweep me off my feet and carry me away to a place I belong. Poetry fills my eyes, my heart and my soul. Not sure who wrote this, but it’s beautiful.

your soul
makes love
to me
in ways
that I’ve
only dreamed of