Tuesday, April 27, 2010
The New Love
Across the room she stared at me with amber eyes that spoke of a life of yearning, yearning for something more something better. Time slowed in the room as reality waned for a moment seeking to prolong the first sight. From that moment on i knew she would captivate me through days spent sitting in the sunlight at 2 a.m. where she lay in my arms and our breathing moved into sync . The sun never shines so bright as when the moon hangs high in her eyes. The air carries her words across the room as light as a feather with as much poignancy and purpose as a whisper has ever had. The bane of prince Charming’s existence lies in the eyes of a princess and her sway over his mind. Captivated i must be in action for every second spent wondering is a second wasted not knowing. My emotions; free flowing as a stream, are wrapped around her little finger spun up like a spool of thread.