Colors coming in waves.
Reaching reaches reached past brain waves.
Going beyond imagination.
Bringing vivid illustrations.
Shadows of what wants to be revealed.
Conveyed to display what is real.
Feelings in a motion of thoughts.
The colors of the universe found in us.
Shining in the night.
The promise of the light.
Spinning around in circles.
Met with the opposition in the direction of emotions.
Colors sway as the motion of hurdles come alive.
Met in a canvas displayed of life.
Touching ever so slightly but avoiding embrace.
Grin forming from the darkness.
Shadow of evil.
Line cast with a heart upon the water. Though fishes swim amidst the seas, you are more than sayings sung. Pure poetry. Besides the calming nights or storms that may rage, your company is shared, bringing serenity. Eclipsing blinding light, now basking and emanating from behind. Complete beauty flowing from within to surfaces touched by radiant light. Kept in your gaze and never wavering choices made. The dawning of love now bestowed in the moonlight. Find me in the night, embarking on journeys end, life revealing our love story.
The look of a thousand deaths.
Echoing beyond explanation.
Seen across space and time, now lingering upon an uncommon surface.
Curled expressions forming desolate thoughts as gravity shifts emotions.
It now looks on, incarnate and frozen, petrified.
Come into its gaze.
Riveting hues of blues bled.
The Swirling ocean.
Out from the shadows.
Tales of old, surrounded shade.
The beast breathes again.
You’re an ever-blossoming rose. The fragrance of spring. I delight in hearing the calming wind brush against you. You are the beauty of the garden. The sun revealing your brilliance. Allow me to touch such soft petals and taste your nectar. You keep me enthralled by such a display. Sign of love. Your eyes bringing warmth as they meet my own. Fingers interlocked as passing days continue, walking across time but not met with pausing gestures to keep a record. Lovers unfolding and being made new. My love forever true. The legacy I now write, the story of a poet and his rose.
Endless Shifting life
Cycled in the puzzling frame
Coming to focus