Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
~Pablo neruda
Today I found myself dreaming of blueberry pancakes
Vanilla mornings in your kitchen
And when I think of you I get an instant smile on my face
And you read all my diaries, my stories
And the poems of a beautiful mess
You have the waves of the sea in your eyes
And your eyes are not blue
But you have the depth of an ocean in you
And thousand of stories written on your skin
Prints of unknown places, people and sin
You taste like love and all my senses go keen
And when I long for you the days seem too long
And the minutes too many
As I keep listening for footsteps
But I ain’t hearing any.
Longing is a beautiful thing. It’s half poison, half hope. It is triggered mainly by wild things. Oceans. Nights. The sun falling into the horizon. Edges. Sweat. Mountain air. Loss. It doesn’t know reason. It stems from a space that isn’t defined.
~Victoria Erikson