The messenger
I am sensing silence from you
maybe I am too sensitive
maybe you are too far gone.
I dreamed of you last night
there was no music playing behind us
underneath campfire skies.
I was told that you wanted to see me
and my instantly forgiving heart
opened my arms to you.
I think that mostly these dreams
are me, speaking to me
and you are just the messenger.
I wish that maybe someday
there won’t be a need for words
and you will tell me what you were thinking.
No that’s proper poetry !
Just enough specific detail and just enough enough mystery !!
~ Alex
oops…
too many enoughs………
speaking from my heart, shlo. i feel like i could have written this right now, too…love!
yes, I can think of times I felt that way in relationships…
oh… this moves me.