Wishful Ecstacy

I always want to tell you that I love you madly

But then, I hold it up to the night-time

Love means, somehow, Lots of hazardous gambles

And a lot more falling off from the edges

Yet, I keep in mind that you fear the heights...

I want to make you see the magic that I see

But then, you smile and commit your sweet crime

Pieces of my captivated heart soar and crumble

I heavily pull back to my old cave

Pull a pen and a paper

And then, and again

You are mine, just for me

A story, a poem, a wishful ecstasy 

Reviews

[Tricia Pattinson]

Beautifully unique and insightful poem. I love it!

[Mélania Woolf]

Thank you so much !

[Dayran]

It is ecstatic ... as it is a long reach into the possible ... in realms that the mind may not yet perceive today. Its the miracle of new experiences ... lying beyond the confines ... of the times we live in. Nice ...

[Mélania Woolf]

It’s the finest kind of escapes...
A way of breathing! It goes beyond the lines of time and space.
Thank you for the kind review.