Sunday, 30 October 2011

On you 'it' rests
My tactile beam of happy light -
The bottom end of everything.
A silent grave
Or shining corridor of dreamy gold.
One life dressed with dance and cake and friends.
Or nothing.
Without you,
My minds eye will never keep the ultraviolet shades of simple love;
Or memorise this future heart to whom i owe ten million deaths.
Sleep sweet my love,
These tears will never stain your shoes.

1 comment:

  1. sweet and charming one, well done.
    may love be with you for good.