Splinter

Something I wrote what I thought true love might be like.

Tiredness enters my skin

Feeling drowsy, drained

While dancing little pebbles

Work inside my brain

Relaxation on the wings of love

Holding dearest to me, thoughts

Of a penetrable tune

Of distinctive motions

Of drowning in you

Love is something that is blind

Taking away breathless moments

When two trees sway in the wind

Leaves parting for one another

And this dance, water fills the wounds

In cosmic circles, we play the harp of time

We do not worry about the sun

Because we have the moon

Let the owl come and take a token

Broken splintered twigs thrown at the bottom

We can gather them up together

To build our home in the woods

Where the sun can be our ally

And the air carries our connection

Upon nights of wondrous imagination

Finding true passion in the rain

Author's Note

I wanted to explore the mystery in love, and all the things in entails so I used the analogy of trees in a forest to illustrate the connection two people share with one another when they experience love, even if it is at first sight.