Riverlea International

One day with midnight prayers

And candle sticks we will march forward

With our chests pumped high

We will not sigh but sing different songs

With our eyes,

Take my hand

I would like to be…

With you.

In my being in yours when you cry

My frail heart lies with your wail

Crinkled in the veins and weathered

Butternut,

I’ll join you,

In your sorrow

I would like to be…

With you.

One day when you look back

At the crossroads we crossed

The ravines, rivers and rivulets,

We swam across

We will realise that

Our boat,

Was always there,

Waiting.

Let me remind you

I would like to be…

With you

My sand dunes in Danube smiling

I sit twiddling my thumbs with my hope perhaps dwindling

I sit with my mind winding around the whining I’ve had whirling in my inner ears

For years have gone and so tempting it is to say that the tears followed suit

It is so tempting to say I have never found anyone like you

Pens, papers, keyboards, and… and whatever else I am thinking of defy me my love

Every possible hole in my time is filled by thoughts of you

That sounds awkward, wayward and deceptive but like a captive clichéd award

I want to share all of me all at once and all in parts with you

Let us not be apart, that is where the words in my heart choose to depart

With the art that beautifies the pretty purity in your eyes every time you blush.