Preserved

You are preserved in my memory 

Like a leaf in a book

So when I close my eyes

And music plays 

It wraps around me 

Then you and I return 

Speaking in silly accents 

As we look at the stars 

Close

Close

Cheek to cheek  

Smooth and coarse 

Combine 

Mouth to mouth

Breath for breath 

Lips slowly slip 

Intertwined 

Collect

I will collect

The weight of your smile 

The trickle of your voice

The warmth of your hand 

 and wrap them up 

To take them out 

On lonely days 

and feel you once again

Painting day 2

The drought is over

Well blog friends, I have some good news, I started an oil painting today! The first one in about a year :) 

So here are today's progress pics :

I am a fountain

I am a fountain
blue and crystalline
removed of leaves
debris left by seasons
of wind and storm

rippling softly
empty and pure
now water can flow
bursting forth
with movement and sound

Perfect Verse

Perfect Verse

I am entranced 

lulled into longing 

by the mere idea of you 

when you appear 

at the end 

of all my quirky 

yet sappy films

Lost young men 

locate themselves in you

and troubled girls 

find rest from their weary ways 

so deep

so engulfing 

you save

satisfy

ratify 

And in my cloud of thoughts 

I wander 

staring at my dashboard 

as buildings and cars

whiz past 

What are you?

Did Ben Gibbard 

peg you right?

Is all your bewitching beauty

just a lie ?