#songoftheclouds

[d-littlearmy-blog]

can we stay a little longer? a little more time so you can lean your head to my chest.

love is crazy. it makes us crazy in a way that we go along with it. we romanticize the moon, we give meaning to the stars and we define the sunsets in a different way. we can't escape what our hearts wanted. we're crazy in love to ask the night to stay longer and just fill our room with serenades and whispers. we're crazy in love to ask the butterfly in our stomach to stay alive. we're crazy in love to plant flowers in each other's spine and touch the flame in our lips. we're crazy in love to smell the same scent that made our senses dull. can we stay in love? can we stay crazy in love with each other, when the times that the moon doesn't show up and the stars hide their light behind the dark sky? can we stay the same? when the butterflies are gone and the flowers wither? can you stay when the world says go somewhere else? i hope you do. i just hope that this crazy love of ours will be so real that we choose to circle around the same place with the same heart beating for the same person.

Crazy in love

[waadtariq]

and you are ethereal nostalgia made flesh whispers of the summer sun on your skin, moons in your eyes, freckles made from light, if the world does not revolve around you, you shall make it so.

never let anyone tell you otherwise | wt.

[rhapsodyinblue45]

every sensual note startles me

with uncontained honesty

I can’t escape feeling enraptured by your voice

solitary melody standing richly beneath

night’s fragile rain

each word speaks

for my lapses

cursed emotional distances I cling to,

steadfastly

you call my name

awakening illusions

from their sleep, soft footfalls betraying my heart’s inestimable. loneliness

your song

unwrapping layers of tulle

where I retreat from cloistered feelings

gripped within utter privacy

a collection of lilies bound

in crepe paper and emerald silk

an artifice meant to deceive

undetected {protected by an insulated smile}

don’t press tooclose

then-

the doorbell in my head answers:

it’s a love story, but substantially

More

windows stand ajar,

thoughts seep through,

your music’s crescendo inveigles me

enticing my tongue’s underbelly into unsuspecting

revelations - enveloped in vulnerability’s cloak;

your aching cloth unsheathes my ancient fear Of being wanted/Of wanting to need

confessional acidity, oh, these sober thoughts

how desperately they reek of perfumed lavender

hazy polar seasons, love’s vibrancy

held fast by frosted clips of indifference

your gravity weighs upon

crystal-slippered thoughts

provoking wonder - will my fingers ever be worthy

of such intimacy

love'sToRy// Rhapsodyinblue45

Confession: I wrote this piece while listening to one of my old favs "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles. I wish I could express my thoughts as beautifully and eloquently and painfully openly as she does.

[rhapsodyinblue80]

what you learn from

being broken is

you can also be repaired;

though healing, visible

there will forever be -

remnants,

trail heads

within your breath

guiding you

back

to those footfalls

you labored

through,

parched of feeling,

sluggish of faith

don't glorify in those

solitary endeavors

for fear they

overshadow

your newly harvested

peace, spawned from

resilient seeds, sustenance

needed for forthcoming journeys;

you are complexity,

integrity, dexterity,

the summation of all

prior experiences,

yet limited by

none -

except a refusal

to bend through

life's turbulent

storms

Rhapsodyinblue80// Timewalker

Image: Storm Art by Victoria Lisi

[whisperinglillies]

Love is stored in the way your hands always seek mine / threading our fingers together / as if they were two lovers who could not bear to be apart for too long. / Love is stored in the segments of orange that you feed me / while we sit at the beach / counting the boats on the horizon. / Love is stored in the way we lean into each other, unthinkingly, like two inverted commas / seeking each other's warmth. / Love is stored in the gentle way I hold your name in my mouth. / Love is stored in the goofy notes we write each other on paper napkins, and love is stored in the tiny details you remember about me, and love is stored in every "I saw this and thought of you," and every "I read the book you recommended," and every "I wish you were here." / There is love - an abundance of it - in the way we take care of each other, and in this love, there is tenderness.

-Rupali Jeganathan (@whisperinglillies) • Tenderness

[luna-rav]

We can be each other's homes

but when we wound each other,

where do we go?

— Luna Raven (s.a.) "I used to think you were my home, but this home has burnt into ashes and I got nowhere else to go"

[lostinmyreveries]

~ Same streets, same scenes, same reveries; losing you was losing me. It’s sad to see our discussions descend into the occasional season’s greetings. Empty promises to meet again, why say words that have no meaning? Still, I miss your name - I miss hearing mine, being shouted through the meadows. But we knew those fields were finite, and we would even whisper curiously about the world beyond. So when your eyes turned to those foreign skies, I knew exactly what that glimmer meant. You left this town, forgot how to dream, and returned with a stranger’s scent。

_lostinmyreveries

[cheeksandwine]

When left alone to our delights

We well become the Moonlit nights

And flatter heavens on their heights

In love and life beguiled

For ne'er did sing the nightingale

A censored song or frightened tale

Yet echoes still of shame prevail

To hush the sacred child

To swear an oath to bite the tongue

That in our youth so sweetly sung

Into the seas our awe was flung

To wash our souls away

But Spring gives way to Summer's eyes

Where Beltane fires scorch the lies

And free, we take to holy skies

At last, embracing day