Saturday, June 29, 2013

From the corners.

    From the corners.

Collectively my thoughts do keep,
Something removing a chance to sleep.
Within this haze a desire to reap,
The kind of love that'll make me weep.

Creeping in both night and day,
These visions parade, dance and play.
Holding back something I ought to say,
Created by a smile that blows me away.

All examinations have yet to prove,
And medicines have need to sooth.
For without a kiss I'll not improve,
Under the love affair that makes me move.

Brighter than the berries of the Rowan tree,
Is the light fantastic she gives to me.
From the corners of her mouth, do I see,
The beginnings of a hope to set me free?