plotting a way
to obtain love
From the window,
I see a world away
or something near.
If I could describe
what I see it would
tell of something
beautiful, like you.
You, with your neat sunlit soul.
You, with a sad snow within your soul that reflects light and love.
From the window, I think of you.
It’s Spring, yet the cold eats
into my flesh and bones to make
my hands and feet feel numb.
Winter hasn’t done her duty yet,
for she wishes to hang on and
feel the way she makes us feel.
Spring keeps scolding Winter
for being so bossy,
but we all know that Winter
is like an older sister
who loves the younger one so
and cannot let go.
but I’m glad Winter is near,
for I do love her
the way she makes me feel.
A crisp lightness fills the spaces and brings a glimpse of spring to the winter day. I have nothing but you and my pain, which sets my mind racing.
A flimsy love between two independent souls, both longing for the rain to wash their sadness clean; two souls haunted by fear of failure, of not being the favoured child, of living with selves harder on themselves than any other person.
If money was not required in this capitalistic hell, we would be free to be ourselves.
I’m on the train now going to ruin my life again, but I have you through the ages; you and me against the world, ready to live once again.
The key to the door is hidden within your depths.
You swear those fiery depths hold nothing, but he knows differently.
He ventured there once, found the key, and stormed through the door.
He opened your soul to the four winds, and to love.
Upon your lips, a song departs of love, sadness, and something saucy.
Beyond your eyes, heart races like a clock sped up by broken time.