Tiny diamonds sprinkled over my head.
Floating oceans in my heart.
Broken dreams circling my vanilla sky.
Mental tug of war breaks me in parts.
My reality a spinning enigma,
Stumbling on serendipity.
Brave-heart I won’t give-up dreaming,
What if torn by this heartless city.
Tried often the words I couldn’t speak.
I whisper them to my eardrums. I make them squeak.
Half past one, as the world’s drifting into the sleep,
I am thinking: are you thinking about me?
A little bit I make myself dream,
Away from reality, away from countless screams.
I gather you in my arms underneath the purple sheets,
Try to tame my heart and its escalating heartbeats.
Then I touch your beaming face,
Rub my thumbs on your cheekbones.
Kiss you so I could break a little more,
Just before this dream is gone.
Then swaying at the image of your smile.
I’m hoping for tomorrow to be a better day.
And as the world is slowly slipping away,
I am thinking: are you thinking about me?
Half past one, as the world’s drifting into the sleep,
I am thinking: are you thinking about me?
Just a little bit, maybe?
very moving and rich poem, lovely image too
Thank you!
Just a little bit, maybe? Loaded with desperation and pent up emotions. How surreal and yet heartbreaking! 🙂
Thank you, Asha! How have you been?
Been very well. How about you? You’ve been away, I see.
Glad to know. I’ve got so much on the platter that’s making it difficult for me to manage everything. I’m trying to balance it all.
This is beautifully written – very moving piece. It’s definitely always a pleasure to read your work.
Thank you 🙂
Goodness! The kind of dreams that keep me away from sleep! 🙂