10/6/13

The sun rises every morning
To  the silent, serene valley of untainted beauty.
It sends rays over the sleeping lovers,
Their faces glowing from last night
Its warmth finds its way to the pained faces
of sufferers before the masks are made.
The lonely hearts hear the sun's song
As it sings to them alone, faintly and delicately.
The sun hears the silent pleas of the lost souls
And the beating hearts of the lovesick masses.
The sun sees it all as the city sleeps, exposed:
Before the people have a chance to hide.

Dedicated to my Darling

Your husky, enchanting voice paints a perfect portrait
                                                  of the fading sun on a cool summer evening
                                                                         As you dictate Winter’s Lost
                                                                                                           Tale
                                                                      and the moonlight seeks your
                                                                                                        hands
                                     to grasp the beautiful glow and shimmer of your face
                                                                when the stars alight in your eyes
                                                 and the trees sway to the beat of your heart
                                                      as they Echo and Resound leaving silence
                                                                                            On your tongue
                                       and your lips remind me of the warmth of a rainfall’s
                                                                                                      aftertaste
                                                               from summer days that I try so hard
                                                                                                       to define
                                                          in my journal and thunder is always my
                                                                 favourite shade of heaven because
                                                                                                    everything
                                                                 seems to slip into silence in a split-
                                                                                                          second 
                                                                                ( but just for a moment )
                                                                  before a rainbow of sounds start to
                                                                      play in your musical movements
                                                               I  yearn to catch butterflies and place
                                                                        them in a jar just so they could
                                                                                         colour the darkness
                                                                                             within your mind
                                                                   I desire to sing summer’s lullaby to
                                                   you just so your eyes may close and mind rest
                                                       and i pray to be your early morning sunrise
                                                                         so that i can lift the tears away
                                                            and bring warmth to the sadness just so
                                                                     I could be the first to kiss you and
                                                                                       the last to hold you in
                                                                                                  my arms again