a butterfly inlove with a moth

There once was a time I met a girl I didn't deserve

I woke in the morning feeling sleepy.
My Head pounding and leaving me drowsy.
It's a nice day outside I thought,until I saw it was Drizzy .
Rain slipping on dying leaves after a hot summer weekend.
A bit of hail fell here and there but all else was still the weather full of pretend.
My eyes slowly glimpsed at the ordinary ,
My tears caught momentarily .
The mind reminiscing on the vapor lifted up into the sky, a reminder not everything pure is golden.
The sun shining bright after having its face stolen.
The scent of dust intimate with the breeze and winds blowing.
Like distant lovers forever kissing with no time left as the boat begins flowing.
My life is something similar, the loneliness devours me from the shores of my heart.
Dwelling too deep may take me far from myself ,drifting us apart,
From the emotions that spell me in happiness and hope.
My hands left to hold tight to a rope.
I slip like the water on leaves from time and wet my cheeks .
The simplicity of nothing burdening me in whips of sticks.
The soul wanting the temptation but holiness crashes it with bricks.
Am talking in riddles because the truth is beautiful, well sometimes.
And sometimes it hurts in all manners of crimes.
Ssshhh, the rain has stopped I hear a voice calling me.
I turn to find its you, watching me slither away into nothingness .
You not here physically but hearing you speak sure does feel that way in many worths of priceless.
I think I was lost for a moment, am just happy your here to pull me back
Am just glad we not so stained in bitter black.
Although it's raining.
The clouds just turned back to water and it's shining.
As we are emotionally shining.
Can't believe I forget that.
I must be caught down and flat.
It must be February 24th,
Why else would I see you as a butterfly in love with a moth
A silly lost moth

Reviews

[Alice Poésy]

"...a reminder not everything pure is golden.
The sun shining bright after having its face stolen.
The scent of dust intimate with the breeze and winds blowing.
Like distant lovers forever kissing with no time left as the boat begins flowing."

You, sir, have a way with words; I got goosebumps reading this. The way you string words together is simply stunning and true. I feel this poem resonating with me on a spiritual level. Sometimes strangers are better with putting what you want to say into words.

[Matome Masipa]

Thank you alice, the feeling is mutual every time I read your work