The Girl That Looked To The Sky

The dream was better than reality, but we could never be. Or could we? If I were to dream and hope hard enough, could we?

Like dew cradled in the bosom of a leaf,

I feel the closeness of him�"soft,

comforting, fragile in its own accord.

Like a cloistered pearl in an oyster,

I wait for my own fruition from this

electrifying connection I feel for him. There,

in the days that are gone,

minutes that slips away from my fingertips,

I anticipate for his arrival,

his arrival into the depths of the sea in me.

I cannot imagine that he does love me.

Perhaps he loves me like the morning light loves the moon.

Diamonds could encrust my heart

crystallizing my desire.

I cannot imagine that he truly loves me.

Perhaps he loves me like the sky loves its own reflection in the sea�"

Only in the horizon would we touch. And oh how we touch.

Skin on skin, a sigh of relief, a moan;

secret whisperings of pretend lovers under the sheets.

We will execute the perfect finale to a Shakespearean tragedy.

 

His aspirations rub off on me.

Sometimes I wish I could slip under his skin

so I can feel the how he births these

pages upon pages of eloquence,

his forward gaze,

the focus of an eagle to its prey.

He is what I hope to be someday.

The shoes that will hopefully fit in its place,

that’s where I see me.

I hope to deliver a love letter

in this narcissistic reverie�"a love letter

to the rain that carefully falls down on me

absolving me of my depression. My obsession

is a catalyst that pulls me from the shadows of despair.

I was shipwrecked.

I sent a flare into the blackness that engulfs

and he answered. He is the ship

that carries me into safety;

a landing to those who’ve been stranded

in the vastness of an ocean of desolation;

a carefully crafted coffin for the dead�"and death,

oh how death entices me.

No,

he is like rays of sunshine peeking

from behind the shades of confusion and isolation.

He is the simplicity of a rhythm of a song that lulls me to sleep,

a heartbeat. 

Author's Note

It's my first entry so please be kind.