Saturday, September 9, 2017

The best

The best is this,

A storm in the afternoon
The loud sound of water pat pat outside
A window slightly opened
Letting the smell and cold in

Nothing to do, so we sleep
Or you do, and I lay awake
In your arms, 
my mind is humming

One ear
Listening to your tired breathing
Another ear
With my earphone
Plugged to zayns dusk till dawn
Like a background it plays

All I see are slates of light
Against our purple wall
The curtain moving
The shadows covering

I feel warm
It might be your skin
Or is it my heart
Full and free

Laying here
Praying, thanking

I found the best

You and i
The bed and the rain
The storm and music
My heart and skin

The best is this

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Bright light

This beautiful bright light of mine
I cannot keep.

This beautiful bright thing on my hand
I cannot have.

And you, keeper of lights.
Will continue to pass on
This light I borrowed
I had.
To the next soul
In his or her dark corner.

This bright light of mine
Is yours to give.