In the autumn pouring valley,
I dream about the sea,
oh, clouds, let me ask thee,
Is my beloved seeking me daily?

The cold wind, the scent of lavender,
my mind runs along with the birds,
feeling like a deer hopping among the herd,
at every moment with you, my heart's havener.

Everyday, emulating the lovers of old,
with the quill and the heart of a warrior,
we weave verses, the cupid's storier,
Oh everyday, cyclothymic heart of Gold.

Oh beloved, the heart's yearn,
why not a glimpse of thee,
the life was meant to be with the sea.
Life devoid of love if you, I fail to earn.

The mountains and the crawling serpents,
I pick them, the withered leaves,
I whisper, lives may wither like leaves,
but our love lives in stories fabled, lives perpend.

The vanilla sovernir, ladders to your soul,
oh, the sea provides, the sea devours,
but me, I will embrace thee like the morning flowers,
for without thee, I shall crawl like a ghoul.

One day, we will hold hands,
drowning in the blue hued eyes,
like a masterpiece of the skies.
Loving like the neverending hourglass sands.


(Dedicated to my beloved.❤)


#WritcoPoemPrompt100

© Josh D