It was an invitation your heart sent
to mine, to escape the night
-though the moonlight was breathing..

my steps suddenly made music with the
gentle moves of your chest against the air,
and the stars would shrink into
infinite universes,
so that the symphony would light
the galaxies of our love.

Your looks tickled my heart,
almost so coyly my feelings embraced
the tenderness of your stares,
finding a hideout just to
let you not see the blushing in my dance.

Moments and moments are reborn,
time is unending, and
the oneness of our heartbeats is a metaphor
for a love poem, written with no hands
nor pens,
But the yellowness in our dance.


In color symbolism, the yellow color symbolizes joy, happiness and optimism.

Written Mon. Oct 18,10. 11:00 Pm.

























© Dance in the dark. Image by 6-marionettes @ Deviantart.

Oh, that precise moment, when you know your heart beat is going faster than planes above you, countless beats per second shut your mind, and right then you'd know there's only one thing that is close to life: nirvana. You smile as if to say goodbye to that gloomy world behind you, your eyes change colors as if tears were rain and the sun would shine before you--You're a rainbow!
Stop, NOW! Think about it, that step, you..you're only one step away. Do you really want to do this? It could be temporary, the shimmering stars, that lightening above you.
Yes. Now go..for even if eclipse were to happen, the moon will go full again.


-Title from the poem Meeting point by Louis MacNeice, posted here a while ago!
-Inspired by this

I have a never-ending dictionary for each time you say you love me, so that my heart would interpret it differently. Then I would draft my love to you, like a child drawing the sunlight at the corner of a paper, sending rays and coloring the skies as if it's a world of their imagination, too startling to exist, yet exists.

Your love would blossom in me, faster than the speed of light--no matter the season. And the beat of my heart would irrigate this feeling, nourish these sentiments..
Until our eyes meet again,
Just so you'd live
in me
evermore.


**

The desert in your eyes evoked a storm in my heart, just to reach you. I opened all gates of amiability, that my senses caressed your sand-but for a second there, I thought your nights were so shiny; perhaps ungrateful? Burdened by forgetfulness, an excuse for painting the sky charcoal. I look at you again.
I leave.
You unveil
(A kingdom of disguise)

There's a weeping wall between
your heart and mine,
A rising sun, dark and dull,
a barren field—
meet me there..
And we'll intertwine.

There's an empty pen,
an obsolete piano
you cannot mend,
A cold summer day—
call me there..
And we'll sing

There's a poem unfinished,
with a closure to find;
a never-ending end—
Follow me there..
And we'll unwind.



Probably not a poem. And I thought I'd be better than this.. lol

Time was away and somewhere else,
There were two glasses and two chairs
And two people with the one pulse
(Somebody stopped the moving stairs)
Time was away and somewhere else.

And they were neither up nor down;
The stream's music did not stop
Flowing through heather, limpid brown,
Although they sat in a coffee shop
And they were neither up nor down.

The bell was silent in the air
Holding its inverted poise -
Between the clang and clang a flower,
A brazen calyx of no noise:
The bell was silent in the air.

The camels crossed the miles of sand
That stretched around the cups and plates;
The desert was their own, they planned
To portion out the stars and dates:
The camels crossed the miles of sand.

Time was away and somewhere else.
The waiter did not come, the clock
Forgot them and the radio waltz
Came out like water from a rock:
Time was away and somewhere else.

Her fingers flicked away the ash
That bloomed again in tropic trees:
Not caring if the markets crash
When they had forests such as these,
Her fingers flicked away the ash.

God or whatever means the Good
Be praised that time can stop like this,
That what the heart has understood
Can verify in the body's peace
God or whatever means the Good.

Time was away and she was here
And life no longer what it was,
The bell was silent in the air
And all the room one glow because
Time was away and she was here.

-- Louis MacNeice

Things I miss:

1- Your moonlit eyes.
2- The city, sunken 'neath cloudless skies.
3- Hearts mystified 'tween wakefulness and slumber.
4- Rooftops overlooking the stardust.
5- The hideout of silence within words and smiles.
6- Your extravagant enthusiasm.
7- The never-ending-and-until-sunrise talks.
8- Not having to think of you.
9- Music in falling raindrops.
10- The new season.

Image by Tripeak -Deviantart-

# 1 and 6 are dedicated to my two best friends.
# 5 and 7 are dedicated to Cei.
Every other one makes sense if you know what I'm going through (: