Panorama In Blue

I'm in awe of you.
I'm in awe of every little thing you do, like how you curl your hair and how ravishing you look in blue.
I'm in awe of every little detail about you.
I'm in awe of her hair, eyes, and skin. I'm in awe of every distinctive hue.

I'm in awe of all the mesmerizing tranquilities you possess, despite the fact I only get to witness a few.

To see your smile must be a wonderful view for someone who gets to be around you, with all your beauty, you must look like a panorama in blue.


 I'm smitten by how you stare, like you care, you're always there, whenever I need you.

I'm smitten by the fact you are my closest friend. I'm by the fact you help lost causes and rescue kittens.

I'm smitten by how choose to preserve my sanctity and continue to be my sanctuary.

I'm smitten by the fact you are the woman for all seasons and not just February.

Out of all things iI could pretend to be with you, I choose to be vulnerable and true.

To embrace you and tell you how I feel. To share the warmth I have is the only thing wanna do, for all it's worth, you must feel like a panorama in blue.

I'm bewitched by your strength, your courage.
I'm bewitched by how no constraints can ever be your cage.
I'm bewitched by the fact that you have the youth of a child yet knowledge of a sage.

I'm bewitched by the words you whisper to me, and then you become poetry on a page.

I'm bewitched by the magic in you and the miracles you do.

To shower you full of surprises, to witness a few sunrises, to be done with all the disguises and to to finally give in to all the plans I have for you. You must dream like a panorama in blue.

I'm aroused by your brilliant mind, your thoughts divine, and the notions you bind.
I'm aroused by how you are tough you are, yet you treat people's minds.

I'm aroused by everything about you that is free and wild.
For all intentions and purposes, you are one of a kind.

The symphony of emotions you have started paying in your heart turns into melancholy when I'm not near you.

To drown in your company, to get lost in your eyes, and to engage in your thoughts are my favorite things to do. For all the extent of my imagination and belief, you must taste like panorama in blue.


©writernova

Seven -Eleven

I was thinking about you last night, how you always save me when I feel lost.

Or maybe I was lost, so I was thinking about you.

I was thinking how much fun would it be to get lost together in a city as anonymous to us as we are to them.

We would divulge the food, the people,  the art, and the culture of that place till there is left for us to sink in.

We would witness the night in our favourite shade of whiskey.

We would taste every palette of the moonlight sky, till we memorise the aftertaste of it all.

We can travel through a lifetime of thrills till we hit a dead-end at seven in the morning.

Our hungry exhausted soul would light up as we come across a dimly lit Seven-Eleven.

We would be in our flawed vulnerable headspace, basking in each others company with whatever bit of sobriety we have left.

With no demons left to kill, no secrets left to spill. We gonna chill through the momentary bliss that we stole from the world which doesn't understand our language.

As we sit on the floors of that Seven-Eleven, you will smile at me and I will smile at you, and hopefully, we will see each other again.

My Gypsy Friend

Hi gypsy women, where are you off to now?
Who is it that calls your soul? The sands of the desert, or the waves of the shores?

She doesn't share the sun and the moon. She keeps a whole universe to herself, riveting every planetary phenomenon, choreographing every constellation, befitting of being called a masterpiece.

I hope she opens the door someday revealing the beauty of who she really is. I wished to be called upon by my gypsy friend who stays far away. I hope to see the empires blue and the skies grey with her.. I hope to travel with my gypsy woman someday.