Linger

From the moment I awaken
The gentle morning air
Brings your scent into my mind
And memories of your touch,
Linger over every nerve.

My body remembers your touch
But my soul knows far more
The mingling of lips
The short, rapid breaths
The quite whispers of your mind
They linger with me.

You bring me more than joy
More than pleasure
And there are no words
To describe the feelings
That linger in my heart.

So please,
Linger a little bit longer
Stay a while my dear,
And make yourself at home
Because this tender heart
Wants you to do more than linger.

Soul Song

Is this what it feels like
When the song in ones heart
Is harmony to another?
The kind of song
That makes you dance at night
Like a shooting star
But glowing brighter and ever so brighter.
The beautiful melody
Where you write your own words
The one where your paper is your soul
And your pen the another’s words . . .
Is this what it feels like
To melt away into a symphony?

Just Words ;)

Life is a queer contemplation of ourselves
I find that words are my enemy
And my heart drive me into a wall over and over.
But I refuse to let go of this
Refuse to give in to what is only temporary
Had I not words to wrestle with
It would be something else,
Had I not need to keep my heart in check
I would have another struggle to live through.

Everything like time is temporal and fleeting
But what is in the moments
The short breaths, small struggles, tiny problems
Is what makes it all worth the journey.
A step forward, a step backwards
And I am dancing with life
To a different song -
I'm learning it isn't the destination that matters
But the steps to get there that are beautiful.

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...

William Butler Yeats