What are we doing?
In the suns gaze cooled by the gentle winds brushing against the hairs of our skin...
Cooling us down as our hearts are racing,our fingertips interconnecting to sync our pulse...we are in touch.
And in mind we too, eye to eye with nothing in mind but...
If "we" are here.
To be.
Truly, the question lingers and causes our minds to drift in areas where our "what if's" live and breath.
Our dreams that could have been...
If we were there to begin with.
To be be animate in-animates in a perfect world living perfect lives.
Oh the wonder of dreams.
To be continued in our thoughts.
We deliberate on & on.
When did the love go?
If I am here and you're there, miles away in mind, body and spirit.
It kills me to know my flowers wont have a recipient.
They'll succumb only to, the welcoming mats addressing, the harsh world at its misery, pouring its fortunes in the loads full, the petals caressing the cement, we trying to build "this" where nothing grows.
The woes of dreams that could have been.
Those drifting in our thoughts.
We keep on, deliberating on & on
Are "we".
What I see and what I believe...
What we are and what i wish we were.
What we could have been...or what we can be.
Are we? Really?
If here in our thoughts we constantly deliberating on & on.
If we are...
As fairytales.
In our minds lucid thoughts linger without answers.
To be continued in our dreams where we are.
If we are. I being yours and you being mine.
Hand in hand we are...
You are mine.
In as much sense of the word 'mine', for myself, my being, fed by your love.
Our eyes should be eternally locked.
In a scene where scenes as such have never been seen.
Seeing the unseeing.
Believing my feelings in justifying my seeing.
Seeing scenes unimaginable to the naked eye.
Our eyes eternally locked.
Our worlds turning as the hourglass and as the clock ticks.
As in my dreams.
You're mine in the living.
I am yours.
To love.
I am yours and yours only.
To give.
My love is your love and yours only.
Love being my all.
i promise you.
I am your friend.