A Pretty Misterim of Poetry

A wandering heart


The sun setting deep in the horizon,
Those gentle eyes reflecting the sunlight,
Waiting again tomorrow for the rise and,
But kissing those soft lips under the moonlight,

A slight gust of wind flows through your hair,
The night sky compliments the endless beauty,
For a moment there’s nothing that can compare,
It’s just that complexion and the depth of the blue sea,

The direction of your body faces the marvelous view,
The world quietly allows thismoment to be very peaceful,
A love that flows through the night is long overdue,
For the same feeling of those emotions are hopeful,

A magical blue mist breaks the darkness around them,
Slightly reaching out to touch the soft skin of her palm,
Watching her palm slowly disappear was an overwhelm,
Seeing her dissolve into the air who he just wants to embalm,

The Eerie silence continues to happen once again,
Instead of there being two there was just one alone,
The blue crashing waves seem to keep him restrained,
A light from the horizon is once again to be shown,

Maybe today wasn’t a day he met his forever love,
He sits alone gripping hard condemned to the sunrise,
Out of the horizon there’s a single bird, the dove,
Hell see his love again, tonight appearing from the skies.