You took me on an expedition through the midnight sky.
No sound, no soul, no music,
only a starry moonlit sky
and us.
I never knew this would be magic.
Never knew someone to make my heart tick.
Forever in your supernova twirl,
bouncing up and down,
you make me swirl.
Wherever you have come from,
are you sure you are on track?
Because light years away from here,
I am wanting my old life back.
Your presence is invigorating,
no time to say goodbye.
If we had met in other circumstances,
I surely would have walked on by.
No road ahead,
just good intentions.
No lies to spread,
so be pretentious.
Conquer me in dreams,
conquer me in tries.
The one who perseveres
will not deny.
An endless portret,
a blush of skin.
Do not pay attention,
the creepy crawlies live within.
As fear may grow
and bones will glow,
the forest by the dead ignite,
a fever dream,
a touch of gold,
no body can deny.
No circles to get back to,
no square to leave unturned.
I might have turned my back too,
thou lookest so concerned.
Though words may flow
and eyes may flutter,
listen to my heart,
hear its wave turn to a stutter.
You make me weak,
you make me cry.
Shake the leaves, walk on by.
An astronaut without a suit,
no air, no breath,
no place to root.
Instinct draws you in
or beats you down.
The judges rule and save this town.
Swoon me,
sweep me off my feet.
Only in darkness,
can I ever feel complete.
Now turn the page,
unlock the cage,
let rage flow freely into the stream,
let the sun illuminate its every beam.
No window cleaner,
floor and ceiling too.
No puppy love,
no hard to find,
I'll never find another you.
As eyes are closing,
sleep sets in,
now let the merry-go-round begin.
Twirl and twirl and twirl me good,
I shall behave just like I should.
A window open,
door is closed.
No from behind,
the devil's kind,
no wind or sun or rain
deer too.
No lyrics, no rhyme,
lost in sands of time.
The hourglass slipping slowly,
head to toe,
the sand as it glides down
my lover's foe.
No quarrel, no quiver,
no nothing in between.
My hand on the paper,
words barely seen.
The vision too blurry,
the sound buckled up.
Take one last sip
of my sippy cup.
I spit it out,
I drink it in,
now let creativity flow from within.
🖌Daisy Gijbels👾