Monday, November 16, 2015

if my love could be
like honey in the sun
like liquid starshine
to pass through the invitation
of your lips
and pour into your heart
something sweet
to keep you warm
and give you light
from inside out
to give you illumination
from darkest day
through coldest night

if anything could ever be
half as enchanted
as the dreams 
of what love dreams itself to be 
I would turn myself to
oasis in a world
that can parch the spirit dry
if only to nourish you
with not alone
when the voice that seeks
to bring you comfort
cannot dream itself enough
to get that far

if I was made of stars
and could melt the way
I feel to do
when I find you amongst
the light inside myself
and you are honey 
warmed with sun

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