The Conversation
We dreamed together one summers eve
on the hood of his car
Still hot baked from the heat of the day
We were sprawled side by side, sunburned skin barely touching
Squinting to get a glimpse of the milky way
I pointed up to the night sky
and asked
"What do you think is up there?"
And he said...
"Nothing"
"Everything"
He turned his face to me in the dim, half light and whispered,
"You "
"And me too"
"The part that makes us real"
He paused, and gently squeezed my hand
and he said...
"I think what we once were lives up there"
"And what we could become"
"Do you want to find out?" he asked
"If we're brave enough, we could catch a ride on those stars I see"
"Will you go with me?"
I breathed out, " Yes, please"
And with those few quiet words, softly spoken
I watched the stars began to fall through the landscape of his eyes,
And on the hood of his car
Still hot baked from the heat of the day,
he made me believe in forever
And he showed me the way...
Flying Angel © 2018
Photo from Pinterest
3
Enjoy being online again!
Welcome to the community of good people who base their values on evidence and appreciate civil discourse - the social network you will enjoy.Create your free account
5 comments
Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.
So, you like I have many jongrada's at our disposal...very nice to see! Welcome to the confusing Human race!!!
RobertNappi2
Level 9
July 20, 2018
0
Recent Visitors 25
Photos 45 More
Posted by EntheogenFanI wrote this about a crazy girl who I loved like crazy. She made my entire life feel like insanity.
Posted by AllamandaNot in the current meaning of 'dog-whistle' but I think people will like this poem.
Posted by TO_BYEntangled Particles
Posted by TO_BYGraphis (Graphic Poem)
Posted by TO_BYGraphis (graphic poem)
Posted by neutralite[youtu.be] today... was a day. ✂️ Squeak in the music room on this site, that's what to do.
Posted by RemiforceDEATH IS SO FINAL--Youth La Boheme days in our small boyhood town, drinking cheap wine, smoking grass all night in some artist's studio, staggering forth into the bleary translucent twilight dawn.
Posted by RemiforceWHEN MY BROTHER LEFT FOR NAM--We looked across the field of death & maiming, in our youthful half knowing, the war raging in the media suddenly close & personal,like a car crash We drank to ...
Posted by RemiforceMY AGE IS IMPATIENT.
Posted by BohoHeathenThis is just a poem of past experiences.
Posted by PetterAbstinence indeed!
Posted by AstralSmokeWanting Wanting to be broken utterly split apart with a mighty tearing like an apple broken to unfold the delicate open veined petal pattern inside the fruit .
Posted by MiizzunderstoodWE WILL BE HOME SOON MOM.
Posted by Stargazer13And this is what you mean to me… That I see beauty and feel lovely in a dark, broken and rusted world Because you love me, I’ve been brave And opened into full bloom beneath the gaze of ...
Posted by Stargazer13Dog days are over Picking every four leaf clover Gonna break out of every box they put me in This soul is hungry and divine sugar my sin Personal evolution Fated love the revolution Raw ...
Posted by Stargazer13I've heard the stories of your empty world Devoid of soft touches And the rare souls that cross lifetimes, to see again through eyes captured in silent and consummate knowing I've listened to ...