Photo: Diego Fernandes
I wrote this while listening to Anita Baker.
My dream of you floats
In that place between places
Where I am so comfortable,
So capable, so balanced.
Every note is always perfect,
Every brushstoke carries
The painting to completion.
I am a passenger
Inside the warmth of you,
Your embrace.
Under your touch
Paradise waits around
A turn in the road
Across a rainy sea,
Over there,
Just beyond a kiss.
In that place between places
Where I am so comfortable,
So capable, so balanced.
Every note is always perfect,
Every brushstoke carries
The painting to completion.
I am a passenger
Inside the warmth of you,
Your embrace.
Under your touch
Paradise waits around
A turn in the road
Across a rainy sea,
Over there,
Just beyond a kiss.
3 comments:
ahhhhhhhhhh lovely
simply
lovely
my previous comment doesn't do justice to the effect this poem had on me. It's been echoing in me ever since I read it. Over and over coming back each time in wonderful waves.
AHH! Your Romantic soul! I am so enjoying going back an finding these pearls of your mind!
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