An overwhelming rush of things beyond my understanding, rock me to sleep tonight.
The dark’s whispers of “goodnight”s cause my heart to beat in such a way that my ribs start to crack.
So the stars join me in my rocking.
Some company during this…
Uneasy. Yet, rhythmical motion.
As I rock.
Carmela Cruz • 010712
Sort of like night skies.
As if you were its only source of light;
As if it feared itself
Darkness encompasses thy corpse
In hope of awakening.
Carmela Cruz • 011112
Composed of sweet dispositions
With an apple-of-my-eye type feel;
Of symphonies of a tickled breath,
Angelic hosts proclaiming
And thine whispers,
Acknowledging the jazzy backgrounds.
But, only whispers.
As the sun loves to rise in the East,
Choosing only to set in the West,
As will I for you,
North of your compass.
Carmela Cruz • 011212