Saturday, July 28, 2012

I Once Fell In Love With The Sun - 7/28/12

I once fell in love with the Sun.
Bright and beautiful, she was.
Never had my heart been so warmed,
Never had my heart been so charmed.
Light emanated from her smile,
Effervesced in her eyes,
And excited my mind.
There were flings and flames before her,
But none could compare.
Even on her worst days,
I was touched by the first waves of her heat.
No cloud could obfuscate the great, innate shine of her soul.
It was as if my skies had been brightened by a molten orb of the finest gold.
I once fell in love with the Sun.
But alas, I was on the ground, and she was magnificently perched in the sky.
My admiration fell on deaf rays; no voice could reach so high.
It would soon become a conundrum,
A quandary of sorts.
I felt loved when she blanketed me with her simmering sparkles, of course,
But my feelings felt unrequited since there was no proximity or discourse.
I couldn't express myself. I could never get close enough.
Prose would prove to be a most productive outlet,
But it typically felt like I never wrote enough.
She gave me a shadow.
It was devoid of features, a clear indication that she simply saw me for me.
I once fell in love with the Sun,
And as each day comes and goes, I wish that together we could be.
Most assume that I would burn like the wings of Icarus,
And fall victim to flames behind the light,
But I know that behind the fire, a gentle soul lies.
She simply wants to be appreciated for who she is, not what she provides,
How perfectly she curves at her sides, or how stunning she is to the eyes.
See, the Sun is a star too divine to simply twinkle.
She glows in golden rays.
I once fell in love with the Sun,
And I want the story told this way:
Despite making my skies brighter and setting my soul on fire,
The greatest thing she did for me,
Was inspiring me to reach new heights and set my goals even higher.
There is no conclusion,
Only a tale for the ages.
Two lovers in the same book,
But only on different pages.
I once fell in love with the Sun,
And continue to do so daily.

-A. Lewis

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

The Sweetest Thing (Guilty Pleasure) - 7/11/12

Fields of sugarcane in my mind...
Syrupy sentiments rain from cognitive clouds of cotton candy.
You are the sweetest thing I've ever known.
My mind was running in circles until it tripped over one of the gumdrops you left...
Now I'm swimming in feelings sweeter than Southern cane tea.
The Gingerbread man must be sprinkling sugar in my dreams,
Replacing the Sandman's plans to soothe me with sands.
Instead, I smile subconsciously at hugs under Kool-Aid waterfalls,
Kisses crafted by Hershey's,
And breezes laden with the aroma of cinnamon rolls.
'Tis a love as fresh as warm, soft chocolate chip cookies,
Accompanied by ice cream dreams and thoughts of delectable things.
Each conversation is like a Pixy Stick, filled with intense flavor,
The kind that lingers like semantic Now and Laters.
My favorite three-layer cake features sexy curves,
A beautiful mind,
And a warm center, a sweet heart of caramel.
You're a slice special enough for my birthday.
So even on your worst day,
I'll still want you like I never should've had you in the first place.
My dear guilty pleasure...
I'm guilty of enjoying your love with every measure.

-A. Lewis

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Constellations - 7/10/12

Our souls are galaxies;
Our minds are universes;
Our hearts are suns;
Our traits are stars.
Passion is our suns in proximity, creating conflagrations.
Love is connecting our dots, seeing the constellations.
I can be your Orion, your warrior.
You can be my Andromeda, my strong-minded wife.
And when our love burns brightly,
It shall be the North Star for those in love who are lost,
A point of reference, a point of reverence.
What we represent will be greater than who we are,
Much like how astronomy is greater than simply naming the stars.
It is understanding what they mean, what each constellation projects.
Constellations show relations between the divine placements of celestial objects.
That proves that our souls are galaxies;
Our minds are universes;
Our hearts are suns;
Our traits are stars.
Growth is allowing stars to die and shift, forming new combinations.
Love is connecting our dots, seeing the constellations.

-A. Lewis

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Lines In The Sand (Promises) - 7/8/12

Draw a line in the sands of time, if you feel so compelled.
I'll watch the flow events wash it away with happenings you couldn't foretell.
The unexpected will change you. I am certain.
I'll say something "wrong," or some unforeseeable event will take place;
You'll be transformed by emotions, take it out on me, then apologize later to save face.
I'm all for promises, but only in a particular way.
You must be careful with what you say; life will test your word.
It's absurd to think that anything is more sacrosanct than the passage of time itself.
Nothing can encroach upon it, so do not waste your breath,
Delineating which actions are outside of your personality.
When life puts you under certain combinations of stress and pressure,
You tend to see and react to a different reality.
Time is consistent; promise me you'll be the same.
Tell me what you WILL do; not how you won't change.
Time is always running, so sand is constantly collecting on top of us.
When it rains, it becomes even more cumbersome and much more difficult to deal with.
I'd rather be sure of what you'll do day-by-day,
Than of what you won't do when you're pressed by the sand mixing with the rain to become clay.
Don't waste your time drawing lines in the sand.
Instead, focus on how you'll live and grow with the ebb and flow of events in time.
Promise what you will, never what you won't.
You can't ever be sure of what time will do, which means you can never be sure of what you don't.

-A. Lewis

Friday, July 6, 2012

Stay Awhile - 7/6/12

Stay awhile.
Indulge me with your presence, intoxicate me with your essence;
Have my mind so gone that your body leaves it a message...
Leave me lingering on the last little bits of lust left over in my eye lashes from our lascivious glances.
Our pupils so delicately danced their slow dances.
Why would I read about romances when I can study the alluring symmetry that Universe has so graciously placed before me?
It'll take time for me to find differences between one side of you and the other...
Time that will be spent admiring what you were genetically gifted from your mother.
I could sex you for hours,
Think about you for days,
Support you for years,
Be with you for decades,
And love you for lifetimes.
Right now though, I just want you here. Next to me.
As your aura gets the best of me.
Our chemistry is as natural as respiration;
We could take each other's love without needing restoration.
This moment has no expiration.
It'll last as long as we choose, with no explanation.
No point of reference, no destination.
Just here, now.
The leading edge of reality, where darkness and light fight to define our existence, lies in the distance.
We'll leave it be.
What we've done is behind us; all I need you to do is be with me.
A memory will be made in this moment;
A unique experience will be had, and we'll never be able to clone it.
Take the time to fray my mind around its edges, and I'll separate you from the world so you won't forget this. Indulge me with your presence, intoxicate me with your essence;
Have my mind so gone that your body leaves it a message.
Stay awhile.

-A. Lewis