nostalgia
silhouette
the nights
flow in
washing over
like waves
a mystery
unfolds
silently awaiting
to be told
of seized moments
forgotten silhouettes
and all that
a heart can hold
thoughts
flood my veins
with nostalgia
of notes
that play within
time halts
when I hear you call
we meet
to fathom
who we are
a delicate touch
a soft whisper
in synch
two drops
of spilled ink
te amo
nostalgic tune,
love sublime
certain madness,
moments without time
fluttering spirit,
trembling zeal
piercing glance,
igniting a flame within
soft skin,
gentle strokes
warmth of touch,
swaying souls
awashed,
in turning of tide
flood of sweet sensations,
trickling nearby
heavenly bosom,
angel eyes
enticing madness,
under the midnight sky
a night
to remember
a dance
with a stranger
rubescent nostalgia
which dark waters am I treading,
with this hallowed crimson heart?
following the whispers in the scattered wind,
uttering prayer from my quivering lips
how will I speak of this enchanting tale,
whose splendour lies hidden in its roots?
of love unspoken, songs unheard and melody untouched
planting these silent kisses,
you play with my mind;
with your endearing invisible touch,
you comfort my most aching parts
your burning memory ignites a flame within,
and flowers begin to grow
from this forever bleeding wound
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 