T h i r t e e n T h o u g h t s

I reflect on days passing by 

Calling from caverns that never were 

A blackened sky against our Fall 

Whispering me away from you. 

Hold your breath and close your eyes, 

Picture me wanting to:

Press my skin on your lines, 

Pushing in a sea of you. 

Burning candles, aglow, your smile, 

Your autumn arms are needed soon. 

To sleep awhile in gloomy pines 

Here & Now: from this day on. 

So, reach right in and rest our minds 

While stretching out to orbiting stars.  

This yearning notion of ink conscripts 

Secret hearts, swimming its lake in missives.

By yon I note, thus pen concludes 

My hardest thoughts are needing you. 

Neath leaves changed through turning hues 

Landing in hair by the wind that drew them. 

A dream within a dream, a stave, a view, 

Wanting to be deeply rooted in your Tatus.

"This. Is. Not. Enough." 

My Autumn thoughts were placed on Moon

With hopes that you would remain in tune 

To my eyes, my heart, my love therein, 

Buried deep, alive, for you. 

Blinding light, cascading clouds, 

Those further flows went reaching out. 

Touching on, as I've closed off

Casting lines to lure these thoughts.

Oh, to dream, oh, a dream! ––wrought bleak with doubt 

That pecking face saught I made do without.

Should darkness grow and swell your room...

For only you, the stars I move.