Just me and the keyboard 2

Just me and the keyboard, no just me and the keys. The words will flow freely from my mind to the screen. All I need do is think them and they are there.




Though the days are now warmer my nights still feel as cold as ever. When the night falls I am unable to see your shining brilliance and I sometimes forget your true reason for being in my world. I peer into the darkness and I long to dream the dream I once was lost in. I wonder whether or not I could wake myself as I'm tempted to go back and get lost in the beauty that I imagined within your sealed petals. I remember the sweet aroma of you in full bloom and find myself at the edge of my restraint. I want so bad to be lost in the dream again. I want to fall asleep only to wake up and be in the warm June season where we were happy.



Where the shivers of loneliness give way to the passionately heated embraces of love we often found ourselves in. A place where instead of cold, blue ice, I can look into your warm, brown eyes and see the depths of your soul in every facet of color within. Where laughter fills my ears along with the sweetness of your voice instead of howling winds of arctic degrees.




But just as I am about to rush out the door to find you, the moonlight shines on your sealed bud and the dream is revealed as just a shadow of what you truly are. A marker of things to come. You remind me that what I don't have now, I someday will. And while I feel weak without you I need only to think of you as you are now, and I draw strength. The strength to make it through the nights, as lonely as they are, and last until morning when the sun will shine again and the air will warm up and welcome me to venture out and look for signs of the change to come. You give me strength. Thank you.