yarni
Bluelighter
You look so beautiful tonight. Do you even realise? Can anyone else see the magic you create? Why doesn't everyone else fall at your feet?
I watch you stamp, shuffle and twist to the music, feet sliding across a sweat slicked floor. The beat that drowns out sound is replaced in my mind with a silence. A silence that allows me to hear your breathing, heavy and deep. A silence that lets me hear the feet that carry you the places you go. A silence in which i hear that single bead of sweat slide down your forehead and off the tip of your nose. It's a part of you and i resist the urge to catch it.
You catch my eye and beckon for me to join you on your journey but i just shake my head and motion for you to keep dancing. I always did love to watch you. You grin and wink and your teeth shine bright against the smile i would die a thousand times to see.
But you won't take no for an answer and you come to me with arms open wide. Your arms possessing a warmth that only love can feel. For a moment i am as beautiful as you.
I hear you say the words people live all their lives not hearing. 'I love you.' And I look at you and know you mean it. I can feel that you do.
Then the song ends and the silence is gone and i know that all too soon our feelings will change. That circumstance, experience and the ravaging effects of time will break us apart but in this moment i do not care.
I never expected a forever. I was grateful for the moments.
So thank you Micheal Pickford. Thank you.
You look so beautiful tonight. Do you even realise?
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hmm...you know when you try and capture something on paper and at the time, you think you haven't been able to do it. Well i wrote this a while ago and discarded it because i didn't think it said what i was trying to say. Now i look back i think it had a bit of something, a glimpse of a feeling that can't be translated into words.
I watch you stamp, shuffle and twist to the music, feet sliding across a sweat slicked floor. The beat that drowns out sound is replaced in my mind with a silence. A silence that allows me to hear your breathing, heavy and deep. A silence that lets me hear the feet that carry you the places you go. A silence in which i hear that single bead of sweat slide down your forehead and off the tip of your nose. It's a part of you and i resist the urge to catch it.
You catch my eye and beckon for me to join you on your journey but i just shake my head and motion for you to keep dancing. I always did love to watch you. You grin and wink and your teeth shine bright against the smile i would die a thousand times to see.
But you won't take no for an answer and you come to me with arms open wide. Your arms possessing a warmth that only love can feel. For a moment i am as beautiful as you.
I hear you say the words people live all their lives not hearing. 'I love you.' And I look at you and know you mean it. I can feel that you do.
Then the song ends and the silence is gone and i know that all too soon our feelings will change. That circumstance, experience and the ravaging effects of time will break us apart but in this moment i do not care.
I never expected a forever. I was grateful for the moments.
So thank you Micheal Pickford. Thank you.
You look so beautiful tonight. Do you even realise?
___________
hmm...you know when you try and capture something on paper and at the time, you think you haven't been able to do it. Well i wrote this a while ago and discarded it because i didn't think it said what i was trying to say. Now i look back i think it had a bit of something, a glimpse of a feeling that can't be translated into words.
