Sometime,
When the stars have lit up the black night
I would like you to stay by me, holding me tight.
Sometime,
When the moon has rested behind the gray cloud
I would like you to stand by me, listening to my heart thumping loud.
Sometime,
When the first ray of dawn lights up the horizon pink
I would like you to sit by me and laugh over a drink.
Sometime,
When the sky brightens into a brilliant gold
I would like you to lie by me, sharing secrets untold.
Sometime,
When the orange hue of the setting sun sets
I would like you to watch by me the thousands of birds returning to their nests.
Sometime,
When the twilight sky blushes a deep blue
I would like you to walk by me, making up for time long overdue.
Sometime,
Maybe it could be
Just you and me...
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
