cloud nine

One poem I wrote about love

My guardian angel, I’m unsure about love, what it is and how it’s formed;

Afraid to trust the instinct that tells me to love:

His strength beyond that of being, but only one to pull me down from cloud nine in the end;

His soul still burns like a never ending flame;

But through the ice he hurts himself; he never listens to the boy that’s on cloud nine

Butterflies couldn’t describe the feeling, so couldn’t his reckless ambition:

Nothing could describe the feeling of my melting heart that would forever be deaf to his ears.

 

His forever binding embrace now broken; two hearts that beat as one now come apart;

The one that brought life to the dull planes of dark on cloud nine;

The one that breathed life into my lungs;

My daydreams blend with the need to be with him; but all is withdrawn back into cloud nine.

 

The falling snow is colder when he’s gone; my soul suddenly comes down to earth once more,

It was all just a dream;

The magpies told me how he felt; now they only come alone, not four at a time;

His forever binding embrace now broken; two hearts that beat as one now come apart; once grounded my dreams became real;

He brought determination to cloud nine;

My cloud.

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