Κυριακή, 1 Μαΐου 2016

When the lights go. - Βόρειος Άνεμος

At first I paused, 
I glanced and thought 
of islands far away.

The light was dim, 
her body a sin, 
a blooming rose in May.

I reached her hand. 
I said “I can’t 
look at you without tears.”

She shyly smiled, 
eyes beaming wild, 
and nudged away my fears.

I felt her, warm, 
a cosy home. 
The world faded from sight.

She deeply sighed 
and, as I smiled, 
I sank inside her night.

My fingers strolled 
as bodies folded 
tangled in our dream.

But, daylight shone; 
now, all alone 
again, lost in the stream.

Her dream returns 
each night and burns 
my skin with fever’s heat.

And every time, 
my heartbeats rhyme 
inside her heaven’s beat.

She’ll never be 
alone with me, 
like in the dreams we had.

But, every night 
life gets it right; 
and that can’t be so bad.


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