You are a dream to me

You are a dream to me, and with your surreal self I wrap myself.

Falling Star

I looked at the sun shining through the window,blinding me, and involuntarily wished for you as if upon a falling star.

Wish

Coulours flash behind my eyelids, and I cease breathing, if for a moment. Your lips give a kiss that emits a shaken exhalation that shivers from my jaw straight into my heart. I have never felt so satiated, yet I have never been so greedy.

When the sky bruises

When the sky bruises, and the patterns that dot the canvas of our eyes appear, I see you in the constellations; I see you and me dancing through glitter - through stars. Will you tell me what this means, will you tell me everything? I kiss your eyelids goodnight, and through molten colours I fall, back back back, here I am, back to your future that I call present.

What or who are you accustomed to, dear?

What or who are you accustomed to, dear? Knows you not that they lied, when they told you’ve nothing to fear?

Were I ever to reach

Were I ever to reach my heart's content, then perhaps, perhaps, would I die with a frown upon my face.

Wave

I am a wave of the sea, rising and rolling, falling. Only to start again. Monotony heightens me, diminishes me. Only hope keeps me going, for the moment I will finally taste the sand, for the moment I will break on the shore of some beach - or perhaps the rock of a cliff. For that fatal taste of life, so different from my one, a time of pure discovery to lie me to sleep satisfied, at last.