PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Don’t need much inspiration,

moon and stars are precious

up in that constellation,

in this world with a glance of your image,

I grow this amazing sensation,

it tickles my belly,

it calms my heart,

my mind simply comes to a halt,

dark alleys at night,

with you on mind,

are more viewable than 35 pt letters

with a microscope,

the song I believe I can fly,

runs over and over on my mind,

why touch the sky,

I prefer touching your soft pedal skin,

with simply a dream,

my mind found a path to relax,

simply a dream yet reality is on hand,

I wake up simply holding the winds hand,

I understand all we want in life,

we cant have,

I want to re-shape geography

so at least as a great friend,

you may be only a hand away,

more precious than observing

a shooting star in the clearest day,

instead of observing,

I had it on hand,

fingertips all over your precious structure,

as a trap man

stuck in a darkroom,

looking for the door handle

to be release,

slowly and calmly

like the minds hand motion

in his invisible cage,

are the motion of my hands,

a simple illusion

of what your giggle might be,

simple illusion

of your facial expression

as you blush,

a simple illusion

of what it would feel,

if your head rest on my chest,

with the beat of my heart,

I will rehearse eternal lines,

dreams do not last forever,

yet today I wish

at least more hours it would last,

lines from this friendly heart,

to you lovely lady are this lines,

in your dream I saved your precious shoe,

on mines for the moment

you have saved my mind

-che