My veins are full of anxiety.
Quivering heart pumps remaining little bits of oxygen through
Running
Thriving.
You will soon be here
Creeping as just a moon shadow.
all illuminated in some muffled blue light sworn to be made by our souls.
You're voice will make love to my ear
through two years of rebellion.
And this will not be night
But something far more mysterious.
Something you feel in the wind from time to time.
Something you can hear in the sighs of a sleeping child.
Something in the gaunt eyes of a mountain. Slip me slowly Into some sort of enchanted sleep
So I will only wake when you're at my window. When you can feel my breath on your cheek. The times when our souls touch. The times when we inhale as one
never exhaling. Sucking in all the emotion in the air. Praying for one more nighttime hour The chance to wake up into a dream.
