Silver illuminating streams adorn my bed
And at this hour when my mind is drunk on sleep,
It thinks of the light you allow to expose my real self only you love.
Then day comes, when everything is dusted in gold lambent,
The sun, a star of fire, is being compared to you by me.
It comes short of course, your eyes would never allowed to be surpassed by anything.
The wind hums with me trying to take my attention,
The selfish thing does not know my thoughts already have a name.
All of nature rebels against my wishes and decides to create distraction,
They don't understand that their beauty is minimal next to yours.
You collect words,
You create reckless art.
You also collect hearts,
You also create my love for you.
YOU ARE READING
quaintrelle
Poetrypoems where i appreciate the feelings my friends make me feel, the sad things that make my heart tougher, and the days filled with youth
