Drunk…..

It’s the faces we see or the souls we like…
Many of us are born alike…
To be or not, is the sound we try to figure…
But the sound in our head is clearer, when we’re not so sober…
Why is it so, I wonder sometimes…
Do we have to be drunk, to see the light sublime…
I’ll remember your face for times that go…
Maybe drunk, or sober…
You’ll never know….

Like Sun And Moon…..

Like Sun and Moon

As the Sun kisses the bottom of our skyline…
Not one but numerous…
Luminous Stars speak….

A language of you and I…
As we have drawn in us…
Blood from each others’ Stars….

Just as the Moon draws…
Its light from a Sun…
Kissing the bottom of a skyline….

Sun and Moon like, We are…..

Warming A Caged Heart…..

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Is it this vanilla night light upon the very calm waves, carving a pathway…
The reason for me to wish out of my sensical self of you, for you…
To be right here next to me, with your head upon my shoulders, resting…
Breathing, but oh so heavy that I can feel the heat upon my chest…
Caging my delicate heart, like you, for you to keep warm in these cold nights…
To shelter my soul with a briefest of touch, of your soul’s skin…
I wish in these times to loose all track of times, gone by or to come…
For one and only of many reasons I can possibly think of…
To be with you, in the spaces between this stillness of time…
To fill the gaps between the past and the future, healing cracks of the present…
You have this extraordinary gift you don’t know of, but I do…
The state of this peace I have attained, by just the thought of us, leveraging…
Our hearts for our souls, is not one sees in light at night around the darkest of corners…
But I have, for I have seen this light in you and I can’t walk back…
Knowing this vanilla pathway, leads me to you, your soul…
I shall just lie here still and wait, wait for you to come and rest upon my shoulders…
And warm my caged heart, under the chest you’ll someday breathe upon….