You’re the Light

 

“Sleep, my love, reawaken the optimism in you.”

I see you with my eyes closed, it’s not a dream.

Wordless whispers travel in the air,

a whiff of white lilies to comfort the senses

and yet, we remain, quietly gleeful.

It’s a skill for our bipolar selves,

we rise like the waves of the sea

the pathless skies we meet, our wings are left free.

But the inevitable fall, like the Black Plague

death screams in our longings, our deafness-the shield.

A whirlwind carries us somewhere far

among the blue hills, you walk noiselessly.

When disappearance takes forms in you,

your flowery scent remains with me,

I carry it in my heavy pockets, for my heart’s too full already.

The breeze returns but brings your absence to me

I taste my tears under a starless night,

the pain of our parting is too much to take in.

I close my eyes, now it’s a dream.

I have slept, my love.

My optimism spells your name now.