I sigh and dream and sigh and dream again.
There’s a certain finality to a feeling or a fact when you arrange them into words in your head or utter them with your lips… that make them harder to take back and harder to suppress.
It’s when the reality of things seem like a distant galaxy and now a meteor shower has come unnotified. Flustered, you duck for cover but still in view of a nocked arrow.
I find that if you
naught hardships nor
words are hard
like flowers in a garden;
as pain and tragedy
sing ballads –
guzzles the light of the sun
and stargazes in a pair of eyes.
When Mistakes come to claim the ones we love, Regret rushes in to stop them while Time sputters a glance but refuses to turn back.
Your arms will always be the arms that held the breaking faults of my soul
we saw each other but ignored
and continued on with our lives
with different people
Never given a chance
to connect, to see, to be
more than what we were
Oblivious to the fireworks: just untapped potential,
was buried as a variation of the present
Your lips and my lips
play with wet fire
Your fingers and my fingers
lick infernos in its wake
Your love and my love
will burn the world ’til it kneels