Share with me,
If you will,
Your naked passion.
Like poets of old
Did take possesion of
Hearts and minds
By magic
With merely
Pen and paper.
Nov5
Share with me,
If you will,
Your naked passion.
Like poets of old
Did take possesion of
Hearts and minds
By magic
With merely
Pen and paper.
I dreamt a dream of times past;
Of you and I.
And I was overwhelmed with
Emotion.
I began to weep.
How can my heart be light yet heavy at once?
Thinking to capture you
I reach for pen and paper.
To write you down.
To read you forever.
But,
The ink had run dry.
To tired and weary to rise from my bed
I kept the memories
Lit inside me.
I placed my head on my pillow
And went back to dreaming instead .