I catch the Sun in your eyes glisten
brown back at me, your hazel hair
so close but never touching
at night as you fall asleep by the sofa
I watch you drift like an angel to slumberland
where there are blue beings in the moonlight
walking the hills of silent contemplation
taking over me as I drift to insanity.
Lying on the sofa above your placement
the frail darkness holds me warm as moonfalls,
I can't sleep when I'm so drunk on night
crawling on so rapidly,
the Sun's unwelcomed arrival bearing tomorrow;
O Moon, my sorrow at your departure,
where am I to rest my unfinished thoughts
now as I see her rising off the ground,
her colours showing bare naked?
I turn away from those lights
burning through my calm.
Another day born, fewer hours sleep than hoped for,
if her to only hold my structure
tender in her fragile fingertips
feeling my palm for the first time
as a Sun perforates the blinds still closed
with escaping rays
decorating our moment, adorning her
brown hair gleaming above her smile
stares right through to my soul's layers
peeled back and naked unto her gaze,
her skin still soft against my palm
is too afraid to clutch her back,
my vision still hazed from the flash of it all.
But you were just a wisp,
fiery and elusive;
an apparition in the eyes of a
man tormented by his own delirium,
by the depraved eroticism
to be acknowledged by the touch
of some unattainable hand.
Well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. An insightful creation, lovely and very heartfelt. Thanks for sharin, Shane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice start, Joshua Thomas. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks