My eyes could tell it, Looking at the far horizon, An aspiration of you, Waiting and anticipating, The moment of truth, To be revealed. My eyes hold a secret, Within me and you, There is a dream, Of a bond, closer to the moon, Closer to hopes and desires. The anticipation is clouding the room, With each word to be said next.. What’s your eyes are beholding within you, I can only imagine how mysterious your past was, I can read clearly from your eyes, A moment of anticipation breaks the rules, A moment of loneliness and silence in an empty room chairs crash near filled boxes. Barely holding my breath, fearing to say the wrong thing, In a moment of recklessness, I found myself, overthinking every word, Agonizing and praying, Worrying and waiting, What would tomorrow bring. Opening the doors to mystery Pressing on my lips to hold what’s brewing inside of me, Your walk is distinguished by time, Your confidence is mesmerizing, The way you speak so highly of yourself, makes me wish I was like you, My clumsiness and shyness always get in the way, My anxiety creates more cloudy conversations. February was the beginning, Coffee cups to clear the smoke In the air, Your steadiness and sureness ground me, Assures me that everything will be alright, You captivated my attention, As appeal as your steady gaze. Your words are few as mine, And that’s what makes us different from others around us, All I’m asking for is a true moment of revelation, Of true emotions communicated between the lines, Longing to you is like honey dripping slowly on toast, waiting for its turn to be spread across the toast revealing its beautiful essence.
Longing– December 2023
This month’s theme is inspired by the yearning to memories, humans and places which we experience emotionally and struggle perhaps expression them.
