Musings

Poetry

Name reminiscent of the sun's golden rays,
Eyes the color of warm coffee in bed:
I wake up in a haze,
Believing its a dream, 
But it is always you instead

Flowers growing in my chest
Summer's warm with its blinding rays
If I could
I would rip them out,
And give them to you:
A bouquet of unsaid 'I love yous' 

Never this bright has the moon shone,
Shafting onto you, through the window sill:
I look at you,
And I see my home.

I want to hold your hand
And listen to your heartbeat
And read you a book
As you fall asleep

Maybe it was the rain,
Or maybe it was your smile;
But I couldn't tell you
How long I'd wished to say:
please be mine.

And I seem to get lost
So easily:
That left dimple grinning cheekily;
Or with a small memory
Of how your voice sounds when you are happy

I do not know how
Or why
But I miss you all of the time

Dawn rises in your eyes
Dusk will set in, in your arms
And my worries will rest
In the curve of your neck;
You are the memory
For my Patronus charm.

And I hope you know,
I will stand in the same place forever
If you ever say,
'Please, don't go'

I will weave you scarves 
Of stolen moonbeams
To light your way,
To lay stars at your feet

I will ease your hands
When you have them in fists,
I will love you fiercer
When all you feel like,
Is falling on your knees.

I wonder what to do for you;
I wonder how to make you smile,
I wonder how to make you see
That you are my happy

I wonder how to keep you warm at night;
You are the reason,
You are the poem I've been wanting to write.

There's this inevitability that looms,
I do not know what to do;
All I know is
I'll always look for you 
In  crowded rooms;
In the unlikeliest of places,
Turning in circles, hoping to glimpse,
Searching, looking for you
In strangers' faces.

How can you make one feel,
Like the world is spinning on its tip?
I keep on hoping this isn't a film,
Where the protagonists haven't even met,
That I solely see when I sleep:
Only to hit reset.

But he has 
Eyes like  earth,
A smile like heaven
And I can't help but
Fall hopelessly in love
Over and over again.

And so I tell you to sleep well
Take your umbrella, it might hail
Its snowing, get home safe;
I'll caress your hands if they chafe

If the days are bad,
I'll remind you of all the good times we've had;
And make you a cup of tea,
And maybe sing to you as you fall asleep.

Oh but love,
I wish I could say all that I want to,
But all I do

Is hide you in my poetry.