I want to speak to the moon,
To find out how many tides she has seen,
How many sunsets,
How many moonbeams she has given,
How many lives she has known.
I want to rise with the sun,
To feel her warmth,
As we bring light to the world,
As we shed hope and life,
As we descend into night.
I want to move with the tide,
To be as transparent as the jellyfish,
To drown in her beauty,
To sing with her creatures,
To know all.
I am an old soul,
I see new things with old eyes,
I know not what this life brings,
I know how the others ended,
And where they began.

You do not have to forget to become,
Becoming is not an end,
It is a beginning,
A new light,
Emanating from the dark.

sospokethewanderer

You.
Those eyes that change color with the moon.
Endless cycles,
Forever spinning,
The colors of you,
Embedded in my soul.
I feel you in my blood,
You sing to it,
Of fire and ice,
Of places far and near,
Of life and love,
Of you.
Crash into me,
Hold me too tight,
Too close,
Too near,
Too often,
Yet it will never be too much.
Sing to me,
A song that only we can hear,
Of days gone by,
Of loves lost,
Battles won,
Mistakes made,
Lessons learned.
Take me,
With you to lands unheard of,
Of times not visited,
Of mysteries unexplored,
Of questions unanswered,
Of home.
sospokethewanderer
Kiss Me. There’s an I love you on my tongue that just waits to be spoken. The feel of your lips on mine a sweet lullaby I never want to awaken from. Hold me. Your arms like roots securing me to the ever moving earth. Your arms bear the scars of a war won, but with many casualties I cannot begin to fathom. They are strong, like the current flowing freely. They match mine, flowing in harmony.
sospokethewanderer
There will be the days, Those heartbreaking, soul-eating days. The days where you feel the loss of her, you look for her in places she once inhabited, but you know she’ll never be again. The days where your heart beats out a rhythm hers used to match, a sound that used to mean everything, now only killing slowly. But there will come a time when you will hear her name and it won’t cut you to the core, or leave you gasping on the floor, the thought of her no longer a knife in her heart. There will come a time when you can look back on the time spent with her and feel closure. They say time heals all wounds, and one day you will wake up and remember her voice and smile. There was once a time when she was all you wanted, so never regret any of the time you spent with her, any of the “I love you’s”. I believe that every relationship is meant to teach you something. So maybe she taught you about letting go, or following your dreams. All I know is, when the right one comes along, you will be well prepared and hopefully never take her for granted, for she has been through her own memories made, loves lost, battles won. Treat her like a princess, tell her you love her only when you mean it. She will become your world, and all the heartbreak you have suffered will be irrelevant. There will be the bad days, but i promise you, the good will follow, and so will she.
sospokethewanderer
11

My body aches for you,
With every drop of blood in my veins,
With every beat of my heart,
With every breath.
I crave you,
Your touch,
Your kiss,
The feel of your skin on mine,
A silent lullaby,
I know all too well.
Come to me,
Whisper sweet nothings,
Tangling your limbs with mine,
A timeless dance,
Known only by we two.
Touch me,
Forget everything but us,
The way we move,
Together,
Reaching new heights.
Lover,
I have known you,
Silent in your movements,
Deliberate in your actions,
Passionate in your love.
Fiery in your anger,
Thoughtful in your words.
sospokethewanderer

I want to speak to the moon,
To find out how many tides she has seen,
How many sunsets,
How many moonbeams she has given,
How many lives she has known.

I want to rise with the sun,
To feel her warmth,
As we bring light to the world,
As we shed hope and life,
As we descend into night.

I want to move with the tide,
To be as transparent as the jellyfish,
To drown in her beauty,
To sing with her creatures,
To know all.

I am an old soul,
I see new things with old eyes,
I know not what this life brings,
I know how the others ended,
And where they began.
You do not have to forget to become,
Becoming is not an end,
It is a beginning,
A new light,
Emanating from the dark.

sospokethewanderer