"Look at the night sky, I can not cause i am under a roof..."
"Can you see the stars..?"
"Yes I can."
"What about them..?"
"Nothing."
"Then why did you ask me to look at them?"
"I cant, so look at them for me.."
"The night sky is pretty. Reminds me of you"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
oh traveler,
Are you aware of why I talk lots about the soulfulness of stars
instead of the ethereal beauty of the moon..
why do you think i spend nights
wandering in the calming solitude of distant roofs..
For your eyes.
Your eyes, my dearest lover, complete with their imperfect perfections,
as dark yet reassuring as the night sky,
are as calm and calming as a timeless melody.
Your soul might be complete with everything you possess
and mine might be too,
but oh how better it is, to spend these minutes with you..
Your words spew the mundane tragedies of reality,
that my thoughts lost in a perfect world would otherwise ignore...
Your eyes, dark yet comforting,
oh, didn't i mention them before?
I dont find solace in words often, not a writer or poet..
my heart finds patience in streaks of paint,
yet for you this insignificant cougar,
can litter words dipped in love and snare.
So excuse my loose rhyming
and any other faults you notice,
for this is all my bruised hands have to offer..
..a heart lively yet broken.
