when the night is beautiful and blue
it makes me think of you
when the wind blows gently
the breeze fresh and new
and golden hour has passed
but you make it timeless
you resurrected a heart that was lifeless
helped me to scream in this silence
so when the night is beautiful
and the grass has coated with dew
i think about how deep
i have fallen for you
YOU ARE READING
paradise.
Poetrypoetry album six. your arms around me it smells like home, like footprints in the virgin snow. 10th August 2019. © 2019 Billy Waugh
