05 January 2016


One by one the words lifted off the page to stretch out in front of me, each word 
alive, a heartbeat, and the heartbeats your whispers.

In my dream they transformed into images, reach, 
reach a bit farther, appearing effortless to keep 
as the canvas I once fell in love its beauty cut just enough

I allowed the pain to remember 
the beauty,

Freely, as brushing your forehead, a soft weightless kissing with my fingertips.