Spill

Softly    
Like curtains drawn  
Early on a Sunday morn    
Sunlight spilling    
Golden warm    
Pooling on the pinewood floor    
As you rouse    
Then stretch and yawn    
As I drowse    
Half sleeping on    
   
You    
Oceans    
Horizons where all recedes    
Save clever dust    
The specks of us    
That wave beyond the sound of voices    
Still wanting to be seen    
   
I am here    
Caged within this frame    
And you...    
Clouds float    
Carried on windy sighes    
Birds fly    
And butterflies flutter by    
Alluring
Like the batting of your eyes    
   
My kite broke once    
(Or should I say the string)    
In a strong wind    
When I was just a kid    
Over the trees    
Then out of view    
Red on bluster flew    
   
Its funny remembering childhood things    
Discoveries    
First inklings
That somehow grew    
Leaving only the winsome    
Of missing that with you    
   
Distance is the furthest thing from near    
And I want you here    
Dripping red in heels    
Lipstick and nails    
That certain way you lean    
And cleavage spills    
When I try to look you in the eyes    
   
Zephyrs    
And hazy    
Purple rimmed hills    
Beckoning    
That certain warm glazed rumination    
Colored by heart    
And yearning    
Calling back that moment    
That in the distance    
Still remains    
Despite oceans or days    
Where I walk alone    
As summer fades    
   
And I    
I'm lost in a sea of my own    
The hills roll like waves    
Forested green    
Sounding like rain    
The wind through the leaves    
The best parts    
Just trails and streams    
Here alone    
Nature speaks    
And I breath    
By silent pools    
And sunlit glades    
   
I wish you were here    
Wind in your hair    
Sunlight    
And highlights    
Wreathing your smile    
Distances lost    
In the depth of your eyes    
Just a touch    
And all would be real    
   
Just a kiss    
Surrender    
The melding of worlds    
Sweet forever    
Timelessly    
Sharing breath in a moment    
Sharing hope in forever    
Oceans    
Oceans    
Lost wandering seas    
Still dreaming dreams    
All colored by you    
Every move a poem    
Each breath a song    
The missing    
The real    
   
Just a speck    
I still wave    
Clever dust    
Longing for us