Clouds

I want to fly high. I caught myself from falling, into a routine. I am unstoppable. Save me from the crazy thoughts when I am left to die of boredom. I need, need to move, to feel, to flow with the thrill of every second of existence. If not I am worthless…..

He reaches out to me, just enough for me to know, I am in his thoughts more often than never. The physical being is the inevitable, yet he draws me much closer to soul than any other being in this lifetime. His tone is vibrant, shocking me with the accent of his deep and sultry voice. Nothing can ever part the idea that we are meant to be forever, in this life and the past, in this life and so on. He moves step by step, like a cat, smooth with finesse, towards me, reminding me I am life. But never like that of his poetry. As without such, live no lives. He speaks so deeply I drown in the fantasy of his friction, in his collection of chaos, I can die a passionate death to its final line. And that I will.

Patio Poet

September 2010

Olive Hue

He knew, exactly what ached in me. Despite my flaws, he found beauty in them. His embrace, filled me with a sense of warmth only the wind could bring. Forget me not, for his touch is branded deep in my soul, releasing me and sending me on my journey to be free again. After all the tears, the triumph and the moments of truth, the mystery of it all reflects upon my eyes. I wish to never forget, he is the reason I am in this world. I have soared my wings many times, flying, finding my way. The searching of my soul has brought me here and I am able to rest in peace. For my soul mate has been gifted to me like a dream. The light shines behind his beautiful and god like figure, leaving me never. Yet leaving my heart to beat in perfection, with the tone of his whispers. I am left speechless. If my heart could sing, oh how my heart would sing the song of his infinite love.