to re-embark on the train of thought
a train headed on a one way journey
a one way journey through darkness
darkness and despair
despair and heartache
heartache i no longer empathise
empathise with.. my memory
memory that grows unimportant
unimportant in this moment
this moment of reflection
to realise the turbulence of youth
of youth's belief that emotions are grappled
are grappled and understood
understood enough to be enveloping
enveloping and cause for consumption of a mind
a mind that is now free
free and loved
loved and feeling love
love that is tangible
tangible and imperfect
to recognise energy
energy between two souls
two souls and their eternity together
together in a real, imperfect world
an imperfect world made utopian
made utopian by their heart song
their heart song that is a lullaby
a lullaby recalled in times of trials
trials and tribulations made insignificant
insignificant in this moment
it used to beA breath, a whisper, a second glance.
A stare that reaches parts of me I knew not;
pulls at heartstrings.
Like fresh air after the rain you fill me
Your arms envelop me, my sweet drowning.
A lyrical laugh, a cheeky smile;
a symphony for my senses.
A touch, a graze, a gentle kiss.
A reason to smile a smile thats true.
Moments spent in silence that are filled with their own rhythm.
A quickened breath, a longing that aches, a change of beat.
Hours lost but never forgotten.
A sunrise missed, your body close;
the sun can wait.
Light dances on your skin in the midday heat.
A perfume warms and lingers in the air.
A breath, a whisper, a second kiss.
Its heat, its tension and unspoken truths.
Its beautiful; my smiles and butterflies.
there's a girli can't wait to feel you near me again
you're flooding my mind
its a sweet sweet drowning
i have been waiting for a moment like this
to feel the air rush from my lungs
to feel your presence flood in..
to know the pain of cheeks
that have been smiling for hours
to know the goosebumps that cover me
every time i hear from you
to know the feeling of butterflies
surging through my stomach untill i can't sit still
its incredible that one girl can do all these things
but you can
and you do
contemplation...of people, friends, enemies, lovers
...is a strange thing.
i often find that i dwell too much on what my imagination ignites
...rather than what is here, now, reality.
i suppose that imagination can bring excitement,
but reality brings fulfillment.
fulfillment that i have yet to discover.
so i contemplate...