Tuesday, August 18, 2015

The Soul of the Moon



As I look up at the moon,
It looks down soulfully.
Shining less than brightly. 

'Who are you thinking about?'
It asks concerned.

'Just my soulmate,
A part of my ever destined fate.
A bit more further apart than he wanted,
A bit less mine than I wanted.'

'Tell me about him.'

'He taught me to dream the beautiful,
To be myself and say the truthful. 
His passion touched my very core,
The stubbornness is such a lure.
That intelligence has him stand apart,
And the short bursts of anger are adorably the cutest part,
Nothing makes me smile more than those sarcastic remarks,
But I miss him so much I can't even start.'

'What do you see my girl?'

'A moonlit night at the quiet beach,
With tiny waves washing of the soft  sand,
A white cabana with flowing silk  curtains,
A bed of lillies lit by tiny candles all over the land.
Maybe a little bonfire to light up the desires in those eyes,
Maybe a little smoke to clear up the starry skies.  
I see two souls intertwined for the sake of love,
A beautiful night spent in heaven one could never imagine of.'

'What else do you see?'

'A theme park floating in laughter,
A cotton candy store with some play after,
Hands held too tight to leave,
A kiss under the fireworks that leads to a passionate eve.
I see top of the world over the clouds,
The breathtaking view that leaves no doubt,
When he writes WILL YOU MARRY ME on the foggy window,
And the tears of joy that cloud for tomorrow.
I see a small white house with the red roof,
Fence, flowers and a little car need no proof,
To run the course of life in love and peace,
To complete the soul of its missing piece.'

The moon smiled knowingly,
The deepest of desires leaving me so lonely,
It wished upon a lone star,
To give the soul it's desire from so far.





Thursday, August 13, 2015

Our Story



Every two people in this world have a story. A story of those two people alone. 

Like the lone two stars in the huge dark empty sky.

Some stories are long, some are short. Some last infinity.

Some are too intense while some are breezy. And some consist of a single  glance only.

But those two people always change at the very end of their story. 

One person always effects the other somehow. 

It might be a positive effect, where you might be encouraged to bloom into a beautiful human. Or it could be negative where you learn to hate the entire gender race because their infidelity.

That story might have a million pauses, with a lot of empty days. Days that turn into years. 

Or it might be so constant that you adapt to it as a part of your soul. Like the sun adapts to the earth. Like the earth adapts to the moon. 

My path of life may change lanes when you pull it towards you. Or it may repel to a further lane taking us further apart. Ending our story earlier than it should have been. 

But I wonder. 

What role do you have in my life? How will you effect me? Will our story be ever great?

But more importantly...

How long will our story last?

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