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.