The dark sand and yellow moon embraced your approaching sillhoute;
The taste of smoke from the camp fire,
The welcomed breath of fresh air from your voice
As you discuss how you like your tea,
Sitting there beside me rolling tobacco in those long distant fingures that i’ll never get to touch.
Your eyes outshining the night stars and closing in on me.
Your hands shaping the glowing embers into flames once more. .
My senses screaming out to those veins in your arm telling a story for evey year i didnt exist.
Un plugged and out of place this could be something else.
A wasted void of un-perfected perfection
Waiting to be discovered.
To be pointed in our own lingering direction.
But when sunlight broke through the breaking waves ;
And you took your eyes to your desire floating near,
You broke the night stars and the breath of fresh air captured in my heart,
Took my summer scented dreams and tore them all apart.