For my heart does long to be held underneath the stars with a warm gentle soul; wrapping his kindness around me with comfort and care.
To look into those troubled eyes and see a star that longs to shine. A soul that wants to share, a heart that wants to love. A curious encounter of the worlds we share through all our colours alike.
The shades, the textures, the distances we hold between our hearts.
For with you I am strong, I am bold, and I’m never told to silence my being. I’m heard, I’m seen, I’m dancing delicately on clouds, that wrap me in the soft, gentle, purity, that keeps my heart beating strong; effervescent by the moon beam that draws light upon the hidden treasures only longing eyes may see.
I’m fierce, I’m brave, I’m unafraid to share the parts most fear, and that delicacy can come a mirror of their own unknown. I’ll hold out my hand let you grab it in time and hold gently and warmly in yours, and as I kiss your lips you’ll know you’re safe but the time will come when you’re gone.
For it is not what I’ve done or said or been, it is the trouble you battle against in your own mind. Undeserving, unworthy, not enough in your own eyes, but through mine you always shine.
Take heed my sweet, you are safe not to fear, for it’s open and ready when you need to draw near. I’ll not come with demands or expect what you can’t see, with
all these things in your head you just forgot to see me.
The gentle dance