everybody talks but here i am in silence
in awe, the front row of you
singing not of love's demise
but of anything-- you make large
of short conversations
perhaps, if i were to muster up
enough from the steel wire enclosing
the organ that beats courage--
its anatomy is fragile and rusted,
i would speak back to you
but i've nothing interesting to say
and if i had my way no one would
notice us at all in anyway
in that sense, no one is in my eye's
portrait but you
painting the sails in clouds as we walk
talking of even the weather, even sea birds
flying low above the waves
the grey demolishing the skies above--
it's where you and your brilliance emerge
it's when my heart's ears have heard
words of heaven vetted in the bells
in my mind so much so i may
forget about what's to come
and worry no more about it
YOU ARE READING
homeward bound
Poetryonly here because sarah thinks its cute. 100 days of happiness and love poems edit: i didn't make it lol
