"The newspaper that wouldn't die"


 Poetry


Poetry by vaeda

Of my love

|your lullaby.when i close my eyes.flight.i'm scared of heights.but i like.falling.i step to the edge.i .feel. you near me..our worlds.collide..the oceans.tide. whispering.your name..beauty.passion.into the depths.we dive.your words written in violet.across my sky.and when i breathe.each syllable..*:sighs:*in arms of affectionate..a breath hinged on every silence.i can'tspeak.this.spell. you. say my name.and i evaporate.and from where i'm standing.it looks like rain.a splash along the mystery of a love undefined.wings of static bring deep.deep sleep. dream.ing.of the day. i woke up singing.this spark.alight.making flame of my heart.wild.fire.of me the only intermission.my eyes.blink.ing.as i watch words leap from theirreality. on to the page.where fingertips.await their next feeling.and tonight when i drift.over battle.ships sink.ing.i don't feel heavy.the wind still carries me into the.perfect circle.of heart.beat.and being.--vaeda