to him whom i miss wholeheartedly
part1
You are my three-hour lullaby.
My system is dependent on your soothing timbre to tuck me into bed.
part 2
The voice is what soothes the intricate mind, and gets you through your restless reflections.
The words rolling from your lips affect me like mists from angels breath.
So clam your eyes and dream with me
under the endless celestial swathed ceiling which has earned its name, the universe.
Our silhouettes carved on the pillowy sand
as the beam of the chandelier,
the moon hanging from above, reaches for us.
part 3
As dawn paints the once dimly lit sky with hues of mauve, scarlet and turquoise.
Our vivid dreams fade with the dew which moisten the parchment of supple leaves,
fading along with our queries of origins and existences,
along with eternal doubtings to and fro our tongues.
We evaporate as the sun lurks from beyond the somber sea.
Sunlight spilling on our lucid flesh, resembling the drizzles tapping the crispy
summer leaves, we evaporate in an echoing click.
part 4
A swell first light, farewell to my lullaby.
posted by the irresistably conceited Jenni |
