April 14th, 2020
come with me
to a place nobody sees
but everyone knows
where you lay looking out towards the sun
through the leaves of the tree's, alone
a gentle breeze and a hallowed space
it's the perfect embrace
but you, you're left longing, hoping
wanting someone who can taste the way i've made you feel
here in this space with no names
and so many faces race through your mind
those hearts who've sparked this, a twinkling in time
come now, be still, breathe
is it sublime? it it surreal? but perfectly whole
dissolution and infinite bliss as i gently press
upon your sun kissed lips, caress your body and spine
until there's no body left
but this gentle breeze
the sound of these leaves
you and i, always, drifting
with nothing to say
left with a heart of knowing
Sounds like a pensive longing Eric. A loneliness for something or someone that sparks a yearning for something sublime.