Late nights of thought of lingering emotion.
Dreams of her skin like silk, voice of heavenly song, face of an angel to match, personally of a pure waterfall of energy, but of sorrow.
Pain of the soul. Her past lingers, fingertips across his chest, entertained with a man of similar darkness an depression.
Once they are in eachothers arms, outlook of a sunrise on a dark plane of existence.
Where no light has graced divinely with warm. Where emotion blooms and erupts in pure ecstasy of passion, love and enjoyment. Everything feels right in the moment where times stands still, each kiss is fantasy, fireworks tingling down his spine.
This girl is absolute perfect imperfection.
Heart pure as glacial spring, a eyes ablaze like hells rings, breath of greeting and fancy.
This woman's soul has touched his and as a boat set in harbor won't release its anchor.
With distance becomes melancholy.
Ones true vibrations of thought raise.
To regret of wasted time consuming his mind in worry and variables.
When the truth and path lay in front of him with choice and splendor.
A possible absolute happiness he feels he doesint deserve.
Hard to work up the nerve its so absurd,
He rewinds his thoughts,
Making every second last like its his favorite film.
one chance to take.
... a leap of faith. Hopefully the last. Hopefully the first.
© Raven Siyeh Maitland