I never quite could grasp it.
How the shimmering sheen of your gaze
Could enrapture me
Swiftly, purely
Entwine me in unfaltering arms I’m yet to hold.
Thickets of thorn, baby’s breath
Unraveling
Slivering, shimmering, silken threads
Threads to follow
To twist round your pinkies
In delicate bows
Moments of satiated solitude,
Forget me not love
Forget me not.
Lights return me
To hazy meadows
Of golden shine
Of simpler time
A twist of daisies
A square of sunlight across a quiet bench
Resting, waiting,
All to resume
Your palms pressed on mine
The melody of moment.
Did you hear the echoes of days passed by?
A solemn stillness in our eyes.