An 02h00 Scribble
a 2:00 AM scribble...
'twas but a lifetime ago
when she floated as if in a dream
when the whistling winds
called out her name
while the truth was revealed
of her love supreme
she walked into the barren landscape of my world
and carved-up an exclusive place
excising the pain as the standard of love fluttered in the breeze once it was unfurled
she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute
instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute
a passion blazing with renewed belief
with solitude consigned to the shadows
and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief
her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light
her love an endless sea of possibility
washing up against the shores of my moonless night
and when that burst of colour came through
like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight
her face like a revelation shone
as I silently, in awe, gazed at that miraculous sight
and though a lifetime ago it seems
she regularly dances between the cotton-wool clouds of my dreams
and she infuses my each and evey moment with a love so strong
that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong
in the haven of her warm embrace
as I gaze lovingly
at her wondrous face
and into those eyes that pull me closer into the ocean of desire
while my spirit soars up into the heavens, ever so higher
it takes but a moment with her to know
that these feelings shall prevail
for they diminish not, as they continually grow
spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love
and being entwined in her arms seems like a gift from above
for here is where I always hope to be
anchored safely by her side, and not adrift in the emptiness of the vast lonesome sea
so allow me to thank thee
for the lifeline you cast as I lay drowning in thought
and for being the treasure trove of love that I have always sought
so stay well, sweet one
and remember me once or twice in a moon of blue
and know forever that these scribbled words
are deeply felt and forever shall be, eternally true...
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