Misted Thoughts

Wilted Flowers

I want to wash the scars of your back
With wilted flowers of yesterday
Not because they mime my broken heart
But they clean wounds with subtlety
That I never showed in you.

When I am done, I want you to watch
Water slip through in between your palm
As it glides onto the floor
To dance new rivers onto paths
Untouched yet frequently dreamt of
And when you whisper to the daffodils
I will want to sketch their replies
Of joyous celebration
With calm serenades of the consistent element
In my life, you.

Bring me closer to the dawn
But don't make me sleep on rose petals

I don't just see you
I see all of your past
In the stories you've told me, the stories I wish I could continue to hear

But I don't think I'm the right ear from where the words
Do reach the heart and touch the soul

I see your present
You're beautiful and bright
And made into all things nice and strong
Like coffee. And cookies. And pillows.
You're reaching higher than you want to go
And I'll definitely recommend the view on top
Take gratitude on a dinner date with you once in a while, but always come back to confidence.
You both make a good couple.

I see you being more than you could be
And sometimes not trying hard enough to
Be who you're truly meant to
But maybe it's all I see, not all you dream.

And I see your future too
Its a Jigsaw puzzle of paint
There's yellow and blue
And your favourite red, with some green
And then there's the black too.
But it'll always turn back to something brighter

I'm not used to all these colors that you portray in the way you breathe every day
Its not just wifts of air and vapour
And how I wish you could be so simple
So easy and convenient.
But then, you never roll like that.
You're all about the quirk and the million different sunlights in a blue sky
And I wish to be the clouds that drift along
Silently watching you change color.
Change pattern.

You've been there at every time I've poured
And I have wonderfully laughed at every spring of your rainbows
And maybe it will now take me time to stop seeing those colors infront of my eyes
Like a broken record on constant replay
My screams are whispers now
Because it aches to even think about us
Even when these colors make up my whole world
Breathe life into wilted flowers
Taped around my broken heart.

Don't bring me closer to dawn
Make me sleep on rose petals
And lay beside me
Till the morning waves hello.