Words, beautiful words, red wine adagio, letter after letter even the violins admire you. You taste of moonlight when I spell you out. You are that forever nocturnal perfume making the paper blush, the pen dry out of ink in awe. In your texture the sunrise leans into someone's ocean eyes, the evening climbs to every stranger's heart. You wrap castles in clouds and piano sounds shelter on you behalf first love and sorrow. Words, clandestine words, from lips to lips, from just a simple inspiration to a perfect poem, you astound stars and city lights. And I, 'the drifting poet without a muse', bow, embracing you and the world in every human victory, every gentle touch, every waterfall or river that never fades into the distance and never lets the shadows to stain your glory. You describe forests and jungles, snow and sand footsteps. You hold the meaning of the golden skies tonight, of the thirsty flowers under raindrops, of the emerald sparkles in the eyes looking at me right now. And in the naked solitude of this complicated universe, in the intimate secrets of life as it is, everything begins and ends with you- words, beautiful words- I love you. @ BT/2021
Words
19 Wednesday Jan 2022
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