Short and without sound
Devoid is this heaping mound
Memories of flesh

Oh morning…
So bright.
Always
My light

Do you hear me?

I call out
To empty skies..
For better nights
..For butterflies

I see you
So far away
And dream
Of such warmth

The flowers..
They must bloom
Just for you..
With the hopes
Of touching
Your beauty
I love you.
No better words
Describe my solace..
Knowing..
You rise
And fall
For another

Yet and still
I love you,
Even more now so
Than then

Is it your laugh
On a summer’s day?
Or pure attraction
That binds me to you

To forever stare,
At the horizon