2009,
a year I'd label divine.
The cat whiskers had begun,
and I had met the one.
My phosphorescent ray of light,
my single beam of sun,
he's mine.
Phil Lester.
That name is a blessing in itself,
it sounds like the chiming of bells
and rings repetitively
in my sanity.
Such a beautiful tune
stopped me from falling apart
and granted me wings to fly to him.
Three syllables that stole my heart;
ten letters that meant a new start.
∞
2012,
I hate myself.
I love you so,
but the lens and filters
have dimmed my glow.
Your oceans of blue that were alit with life
swallowed me whole and drowned me alive.
I miss your hands
upon my skin,
I crave for your lips
to fall onto mine,
I lust for your touch as
our fingers intertwine.
Phil Lester.
Is the cost of comfort heartache?
That name only sounds of silence now,
I wish that it could sound once more
with the tone of chiming bells
to erase all of my calamities.
Three syllables that broke my heart;
Ten letters that tore me apart.
∞
2015,
what a colorful scene.
We've made it together
with a tad of cereal and caffeine.
The 7 Second Challenge,
the trip to Japan,
The Amazing Book Is Not On Fire,
and even more I can name.
You've returned to me,
my luminous light.
You're here at last,
to bring day to my night.
Phil Lester.
A name as refreshing as a breeze by the sea,
sounds like the chiming of bells again;
a name that rings with such passion
to disperse my anxiety.
The melody serenades me
with warmth like no other.
Three syllables that changed my life;
Ten letters that shallowed my strife.
∞
2022,
I love you.
As I pace by the pews
and pure white decor,
smiling through memories
and merry nostalgia.
Phil Lester.
I'll never forget your name
if you were not there
I wouldn't have been the same.
Under the chiming of bells,
brown meets blue for the 1000th time.
I do.
fin❧
