Whispered In The Wind

Whispered In The Wind
Just a fairy blowing in the wind, singing tales to the west wind

Monday, May 26, 2014

As It Concerns

As it concerns
Bring me the sunset in a cup
bring your stories and the misplaced eye glances
give me your insecurities and I will wear them gently
around my neck
wrapped along the tip of my fingers
quietly, I won’t let them speak

I promise that my depths are reachable
that I’m equal part scared
to brave
I don’t know what it is that
attracts me
to your glass jar contents
your cloudy days
I’m not quite sure who you are

But I know that I want you
to bring me your whispers in warm canisters
your songs in willow reeds
Tell me the first time you realized
how wonderfully imperfect this world is

Tell me what part of yourself you find beautiful
and what you try to hide from mirrors and probing thoughts
And have you ever taken hold of the moon, held it in your hands
and wondered why it looks so sad?

"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "

"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "
"When asked not to make waves, I just smiled and said, don't worry this is just a ripple"