*15th October 2015*
I remember when you lay against my soul,
pressed your warmth into my empty spaces
and how the heavens opened above our hearts.
We splashed in destiny between the streams
of conscious repetition. There was no burden,
but, oh, you ask, “would we do it all again?”
Borrowed from those echoes time spun us steadily.
The immovable carrousel horse pirouetting
around the emotive lap, grace in a human face.
Now all again, I’d marry your dreams in love,
and watch the world gleam with sonority,
draped against the whitewash of a thousand stars.
© Phen Weston 2015