#julieleonard

[julieleonard]

You are a layer in my vision

Singular frame behind my hands

Slip with your ways

Into steam of tea

And onto my midday dreams

Too intimate for the darkest minutes

Frank’s cliches

But it truly had to be

Even when it is too warm for chamomile

Too stormy for the afternoon

It had to be you

[julieleonard]

I miss you. I miss you so much that I, truly, do not believe that the sun will rise without you. Since the moment I’ve met you I’ve been so drunk in love. With you, I never want to feel the pain of sober. My early grey dove will sing a ballad that was once orchestrated to each beat of your laugh. Your dirty shoes run tracks across the marble of my mind and the wool of my heart. Yes, I can suffer a moment without you in my immediate thought, but never could I not breathe as your hands lift my heart into the open sky. Have I ever carried the weight of the burden of life for you? Even in your dreams? In the case that you might be reading this, just know that I want to hear you play guitar again. This is about you.

[julieleonard]

April skin soaked

In meadows of the beloved

Meeting your temple 

Gracing the ground beneath us

I learn the shape of your cupid bow

When it grazed the back of my knee

Do you see me reflected 

Where the sky meets ceiling

In time you question

How I know it is you the flowers whisper

Pollen in your eyes

They told me, I will yawn

Speaking a language of only devotion

Earnest light fawned across petals

It is you whom I call for

When the dawn reaches the East

Pleasantries spoken for

At last, you let love spill

Hanging from the vision of us

Warming ankles in grasses

More love than held innermost

[julieleonard]

Evenings I dream long fantasies of you

Ones that keep the nights hungry

Overcome by you until time to rest again

Suddenly the sun is the moment I fall

As the moment I reach you

The day has risen

When I look up at the morning brush

You glow in vision

Of a kismet dawn

[julieleonard]

Hang the louvre as a ballad to our desire

Marigolds that grow in between the valleys

Warmest with a morning fog

Jade that connects our necks together

You’re heaven in a golden room

[julieleonard]

It is stormy in Seattle

Do you know that?

Although it is not a dream

There are no children outside my window

No pigeons above my head

How clever it is to know such a place

Where the sun never sets

But the moon follows you home

Would you like to visit Seattle one day?

I’ve never stepped a foot

Maybe it would be a place where trees sing

And neighbors dance in daylight

I would love to see Seattle

But I would rather crawl home

[julieleonard]

I never feel more alive than when I'm floating on the notes of your guitar. How trendy– to be enchanted by each recording you post. Not often, and I might be jealous that the world gets to know you, but not as often as I’d like. If I could ask you, I’d ask for every second to be surrounded by your art. Suffocated by the strings of your guitar and my lungs filled with each strum of your fingers. I love you. I love when you play guitar. 

[julieleonard]

I write soft poetry for the purpose of rearranging my mind to offer you a physical place to stay