Our Perihelion***

 
A poets imagination isn't always what it seems
sometimes its simply a barrel of lost dreams

or emotions tearing, ripping at the seams
of agony or even the ecstasy of screams

maybe its wishes that never came to fruition
or absolution for soul's pollution

maybe its hope for better encrypted in the sheets
spilled in the ink soul secretly leak

inevitably the heart will speak
and reveal all you seek

either to find or forget
creativity draws heart's silhouette

does my heart speak of rivers,so versatile
oceans deep, the tears of my Nile?

does it speak of the mountains, i had to climb
walking backwards stumbling blind?

does it speak of the sun and of the moon
of the fear that drowns me like a monsoon?

does it speak of stars sprinkled in cosmic dust
whisper wishes of love, deep rooted in trust?

does it echo the passion i long to give
and the joy that will be the derivative?

i'd have his heart and he'd have mine
heavenly bodies in orbit as souls intertwine..

a lifetime spent drinking love's potion
and satiny movements in slow motion

the closest we could ever be
perihelion at its epitome

as i see the earth in his eyes
and know he give me the world or at least try

he tells me "you mean the world to me" and he is my sun
his irises tells me he is the one

as warm as a mid may sunrise
so titillating it mesmerize

all i hope to forget or find will happen that day
or maybe its just my imagination getting carried away