rivers slip past my raised glass
waves crash and flowers bloom
sun rises over a falling moon
a mountain beyond this horizon
shades of gray swirling in pink mist
a new day separates old ways like this
a love covered in brown eyes
literal rise in her every move, every stare
she stopped my every fear
and the motion holds me here
still and soundless surrounded
by noises and no definition, dumbfounded
i reach for her hand, to guide me there
along the rivers edge, my love won’t budge
as her paint leaves a smudge
i hold myself, in the clock
i created for myself, taking it off the shelf, broken walls
my heart becomes a waterfall.
- b.pG (120611~) 12.07.11…3.33.Am
It was like a dream. But not black and white, and I could see her face. vivid. a masterpiece. her voice. real talk.a lot like love. full attention. given and received. like it was meant to be.
sparks and chills. a fire burning so bright darkness fears our connection. aware we are indeed connected.
life resurrected for the truth hidden behind the lines between the mystery inside.
i know what i know. its not a show. its not a fluke we are where we are. scared? not at all. because its my time, on a watch i designed, yet been given time from a friend of mine.. she holds my heart and she knew before the start.




