Ah the sun has said goodbye.
Goodbye, my love, I will see you again. For now let me sleep and dream of your embrace. I will save all my words for tomorrow, and then whisper all my thoughts into your morning light.
Goodbye, the sun, my love, let me leave thoughts of you here, and move on unto the night.
The stars say hello in passing, but it is not them I seek, nor the moon, though there is none more beautiful than she.
A breeze is kicking up and with it comes the sounds. Of my quiet lover who lives the nightly melody. Hello again, my lover, let me shut off all my lights, and stare into the darkness that is your very life.
Oh my lover, listen to the crickets, listen to the creatures, the cars, and all that whisper. Look at all the lights, the land and sea- whose waves call out to me.
Touch, my lover, me. Let me hold you in my thoughts; guide my hand if I choose to write tonight.
Let me get a taste, my lover, of the peacefulness of night, and your sweetness on the even sweeter summer.
YOU ARE READING
CREATING CONSTELLATIONS
Poetry"We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellation...
