The Ramblings

And we whispered sweetly through the night time- in the dark. But I could see your heart and I caught a glimpse of the person I knew and the reflection smiling back at me in your eyes of glass, of mirrors and that person was me. And we talked of the future and not much of the past- or was it the past and not much of the future? And like in a dream I drifted through the stories, through the pictures that faded and like a light on a lonely night-time walk to the place I now rest my head I look for you in the shadows. I follow you, I use you for my guide and a point to which I am heading- and my pace quickens through fear and cold and hope of more warmth in the grasp of your arms. Yet like the waves I crash again and again and again, losing myself to the tides lapping on the shore of white sands, the dust slips through my brittle little fingers and i shut my fist tightly in he last effort to capture just one grain of sand to hold forever in my pocket as I turn and spin and fall deepr and faster through the spaces in my life. And I still don’t know where I am heading or which way to turn to let the sun kiss my face and warm my heart. And all the faces in the crowd looking, looking, looking. And all the while people tell me you look pretty you look pretty you look pretty but all I need is you to tell me I look pretty. And take me by the hand and walk with me and I will follow you. And let me plant the seeds inside your chest and as the tree grows I will nurture it, I will be your shelter and eat from the fruits that bloom and smell the sweet flowers that blossom from you. And like children in the sandpit- I just want to hold your hand. I just want to touch your face. And I can’t find the words when you peer into my eyes- for there are no words when only your body can describe to me how you feel. And how do you feel? Nervous? Excited? You smile at me to fill the silences. And the silences scream so loudly and you taste so, so sweet.