Deborah's End

July 10, 2015
1:58 pm

Deborah's End

I can't stop touching you in my mind
I shudder at the magic I see in your eyes
My shadow seems decorated with beauty
As my thoughts are covered with
Blind visions of us
I have a tune in my head that sounds like you
I play it again
And
Again
Filling the room with dancing raindrops
While I waltz around the twilight moon
But I won't worry
This isn't love
Although the sealed pictures  cascaded with unspoken vows stamp across my photograph album
Butterflies flutter
Birds whistle
Stars wink at the possibilities of you and I building a lifetime of blissful memories
But I'm not worried
This isn't love
As I breathe the oxygen you exhale in the air
Giving me life and wonder
I can't wait for the day to end so l may
Hold onto all the residue of the magical happenings you have made whole
Sleeping silently in endless serenity I smell your sweet taste in my soul
Which brings me satisfaction and comfort
Yet
This isn't love
So I won't worry
I am drawn to you in colors
The yellows and purples
Brighten my emotional grays
As the hazed
Get me high
I fly
With you
But
This isn't love
So therefore
I'm not worried

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker