Posted by A mist, among the moss.
I have journeyed upon a Northern course.
Again,
I find myself reaching south,
speaking to myself.
Wondering if I will ever know truth.
Listening.
Listening…
Waiting for a reply,
keeping my heart open,
not afraid to hurt inside.
Only your kiss will
whither away this frost,
taking the chill away from,
hot moments that have paused.
Entrapped in reality,
begging to be lied too.
Escaping,
finding an Astral plane,
where we share,
laughter and love.
Young hearts,
star-crossed o’er the horizon of lust
Us!
Gabriel K. Jones 