#657

My mind kept asking,
“When will the world be at peace?”,
And, my soul replied.
“The morning after the night,
She and you come together,
Your world will be,
At peace”.

– akylus

#656

If he turns each teardrop
from your eyes
Into poetry,
If you can find comfort,
Nestled against his side,
In the silence past midnight –
Then my dear,
Go with him
It isn’t my happiness,
That’s important to me,
But your’s.
-akylus

#655

You are soft, bewitching and
limitless,
And I love you.
But then, you are also
harsh, fierce and spine-tingling,
And that’s what I think,
Is Adventure.
-akylus

#654

I wonder,
And I question,
I have doubts too,
Yet, of this Im certain –
That it is you, and you
It will always be.

-akylus

#653 – Strolling;

Poetry is,
Where I take you
For a stroll,
But, your home is here
In my heart.