lovers
Untold Stories
Now and then I wash upon
The shores of untold stories,
Begging to be told.
And as I crashed
Upon this sandy shore
Of a broken pair of lovers
I tried my best to cling onto
And grab as many grains as I could.
Before the waves pulled me back again
And the story faded away.
– Zeeshan Amit, The Olive Grove : https://olivegrovefacingthesea.wordpress.com
union
brought together
by time
separ-a-t e d
by fate
in each other’s hearts
they still exist
…..
Art courtesy Tomasz Alen Kopera : http://alenkopera.com
quiet letter
unfettered tides
undress the soul
a sweet surrender
me in you
you in me
slow falling
a wordless wonder
your lips against mine
intoxicating aphrodisiac
shivers down my spine
life in letters
breaths in poetry
me and you
frozen in time
…..
music by the Danish band Bliss
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I am not sure
what I love
more –
you
or the fact
that maybe
that maybe one day
when the stars align
when the angels plead
you will come
and sit beside me
you’ll sit
till words cease to flutter
from our lips
till the silence
quietly slides
nudging you gently
to lie next to me
and we’ll watch
the clouds float by
hear the leaves gently rustle
to the songs of existence
in the warm summer sky
you’ll lie down
and you’ll teach me
what love is
all over again
till the stars fade
and the sun rises
with every sunset
every glowing sunrise
you’ll show me
the divinity
in your embrace
the devouring memory
in your touch
reminding me of home
just like you did
just like you did
as the summer flowers
spring blossoms
and autumn rains
we’ll seize moments
to gaze into the Eternal
to our heart’s content
slip into our space
tending to ineffable treasures
that lie hidden
underneath
there we will lie
for timeless decades to come
feeding our souls
confounded by love
comforting our hearts
trembling with delight
…..
photography by Mariko Evans from one of my top favourite blogs : http://myworldonmute.com
intimate longing
far beyond the illusion
of what they appear to be
two transparent souls, unending flow
weaving intricately, losing willingly
singing silently, caressing wildly
just a petty thought it is
.. or can it really be?
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 