Tongue Tied

May 19, 2015
Tongue Tied

Isn't it ironic How
I playfully partake
The vision to stained  white
Silk sheets skies
Shadowed with
Your silhouette
As I becomes
Dizzy and faint
To the thoughts
Loving you
Endlessly
Through established
Dreams
I life seams
Meaningless and hopeless
Before the days of
Creative memories
I just made with you
Hold me to your heart
While I insult my fears
Of being one with you
I survive only
With breathing you
In my soul
As I past by the purple lilies
Blossoming in the garden
I wait for you pollen
To invade my space
As I open my eyes
To love
I become tongue tied

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker