Time in a Bottle 2
Somewhere in the light that is you, the darkness ran away.
The night no longer holds only the screams of the past, regrets unnumbered, ghosts who linger in every shadow.
Night is only night; a place of refuge rather than loneliness, a place of fear and endless doubt.
Night became more; a heartbeat, a murmur of my name, warm arms that shield.
Night became stars shining down through a tiny window; the quiet hum of your great ship at rest, as warm and comforting as the soft blanket we share.
Small things, a hundred tiny reassurances that tell me I am of worth and welcome here; all of them held within the curve of your smile or a look meant for myself alone.
Eyes that look upon me without fear; without judgment.
I thought, once, that I knew what love was.
I am gladly proven wrong.
Hands that know me; laughter that encompasses me. Love that transforms me.
"Who is he," they ask, and I do not say: He is my lover…
Though it be truth, it is a word too confining; inadequate, imperfect.
"Who is he," they ask, and I say: "He is my friend."
I like how it can interpreted differently from the viewers point, how it wraps itself around your heart with a warm hand and makes you think of your own love/muse/child/friend/ lost one
Enchanting in it's truth and as daring in that same truth as well
I decided to continue too, but skip a few messages ... or rather not post them.
Most welcome, love...you certainly did inspire this, so I wanted to give credit where its due!
Perfectly understandable, hon.