She knows it's about her.
The mysterious feel in the air, the soothing feeling in my chest,
The piece of mind that becomes.
Something that cannot be spoken to it's truest form in the presence
of the wonder. The highest of all feelings.
I know she knows it.
Calming sensations of her voice never fade away, but haven't been around in what seems ages.
Meetings of the forever precautious never seem to go anywhere
but move at the greatest of speeds. The gravity that holds me.
I know she feels it.
Never being able to speak on the feelings that fester within,
I feel forever unattached.
Always filled with glee with a hint of sorrow for the way I feel,
It's the flavor that keeps me here. The taste I desire.
I wonder if she likes the brand.
Constantly kept on the shore line, I sip from the bay.
Never getting to taste the ocean.
The sweet scent wafting in my direction even as I sleep,
It's redolence arousing my senses. The aroma that fills me.
I wonder if it's as sweet to her.
Soft and soothing is the melody of her voice,
It's power not known to itself.
Resonating in my head as I think of her beauty,
It's tone is music to my ears. The song I dance to.
Its too bad she doesn't hear it.
Sight of her as fleeting as the greatest of myths,
I sometimes wonder if it's all real.
Thought of the feel flutters my heart,
I sometimes wonder if I'll ever feel at all.
It's sad that the wait has been so long.
I long for it to be real.
I hope she knows it.
 Father Fluff · Wed Jun 24, 2009 @ 11:15pm · 1 Comments |
