that moment when all of the universe
is a symphony inside my head as I look into your baby eyes
lost in the gravity of our bed and sunshine loses its color on you; from the blush of pink, to marmalade.
In this recess of silence
if a few words become necessary
I'll whisper them to the moon
and hope that its playful charade
also throws light on words
that may or may not have met
the courage of a whisper
but found the shelter of meaning
in the resonance of our thoughts.
so many of those who loved me for no particular reason at all, are going away so quickly that I'm now beginning to count all the reasons there could be, for someone to love me, so unconditionally again.