Star-Crossed Veil

Separate, by inclined land and callous winds;

By their empty majesty she looks from across the ocean.

Peaceful brushes and swashes soothe sands,

But it is not their soothing sound she wishes for.

Cities and seas apart, but they still beat with one heart.

So wishes adorn the sky, like holes in heaven,

Like her dreams, like a night filled with fictitious fantasies;

They trail in streaks, many, to the place where he lays,

Where he dreams and wishes upon the same streak of stars.

Cities and seas apart, but they still beat with one heart.

How they held hands for one day, but, they were too shy to say;

To speak of thrilled emotions,

And to exist in the dreams of their truest loves morality.

How regret stems, it’s found in words, those holey stars and dreams.

Cities and seas apart, but they still beat with one heart.

So with cities and seas abode, they remain,

Staring to stars, finally confessing shared love,

They talked through the swift sweeping wind,

Soon senseless, feral thoughts were borne from eachother’s stars.

Cities and seas apart, but they’ll always beat with one heart.

Confessions of love undying, of two souls connected,

How such synch, such seduction is abided.

They spoke of a love-filled life;

One that would lift the veil of their star-struck dreams

And bring them together in a perfect moment,

That would last ‘till the end of everything…

And a day.

The Dreamer

Through fabric fold the golden rays revolve,

They rudely rouse a dreamer from her meditation.

She’s pulled to life –if life is what we call reality.

Wiping the day from her delicate eyes she sighs;

Wishing for the man’s sand to take her to her dreams once more.

But, it is not his sand, but rather his lips she dreams for;

It’s his subtle senses and his willing, trembling touch she craves.

For a moment she dreams awake

–its awareness is more accomplished than her lonely day ever could be.

And like twilight, it’s unspoiled, just for a moment, it’s perfect.

Until the birds chirped cheerful melodies that led her away;

They’re the sharp shadow in her light, stealing his memory away.

The sand is all but gone; so the day shines with an attempted remedy.

A failed potion of joy cast in the day;

All is but tedious tears to a soul roused before her dreams fruition.

Before her lover’s truest trade of vows were realised…

So, she’ll dream again until her dream is reality,

Until her life is filled with his revolving rays.

Until those vows resolve her lonely days,

With the match of a lover’s truest kiss,

All her nights will become truer than her deepest, perfect dream.