Pastel skies.
My hand weaved slowly on yours.
We became conscious of the tunes that the afternoon breeze sings.
I never understood a word it sang,
but every time I look at you, those words came to life.
That song,
Oh I remember,
painted you with praises
ones that only love could declare
It revealed to me the vast universe within your eyes.
Am I a thousand light years late?
If I told you that
I've been to worlds
Explored every multiverse
Lived different lives,
Just to find home?
Just to find you?
Pastel skies.
My hand wields slowly to pen a word.
I became conscious of the fantasy
that my mind dreamt from the start:
Your hands.
Your eyes.
Your song.
That song,
Oh.
I remember.
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Unsung Serenades
Poesía"May these words come to life and find their way home- May they find their way to you." Highest Rank: #6 in Poetry In September of 1997, a shivering kiss from the rain's breeze awakened John's soul to write. Words are drawn out in the abyss of truth...
