In love, scared, excited,
confused, sitting, trembling,
overjoyed, abused, the thoughts
never stop coming to my head.
I start to feel full ultimately my soul is fed,
drenched in the emotion of fragmented memories,
contemplating the potential and abilities.
Alive, but yet fighting death
or what feels like emptiness.
Escaping the pain by deferring recollections
of the sublime connections
of distinct reflections,
the world turns slower and friends
become few….at times
it’s all down to you.
My past, present, and future –
watching the suns ray of hope
refracted through a shattered mirror.
The image that appears before my eyes
is a heart giving a faint pulse
to a body that once felt refreshed
though a shadow of someone’s happiness.
A picture that exudes
the essence of the past,
a mood thought to forever last.
Feeling in a time on rendezvous,
still, it’s only down to you.
Time passes not made to stand still.
Wish it could be reversed,
but it will not repeal the laws
of space and time
that allow empty hearts to heal.
So back again, the same place, same time,
and lovely as ever your kiss to mine.
Where to from here as you bask in my view?
All I know is that it is down to you.