If I could wake up to the sound of your voice
calling me for breakfast,
I will jump out of bed without pause
because I know you’re waiting for me.
If I could call you up any time I want
and listen to your voice that makes me melt,
I will not hang up at all but spend the day
trading stories with you.
If I could laugh at our silly antics
while listening to that deep chuckle of yours,
I know I will never have any reason at all
to shed tears of sadness when I’m with you.
If I could hear you whisper my name
with such longing and passion,
I will not waste another minute at all
but I will find a way to be with you.
If I could close my eyes with the thought
that I will wake up to your voice,
I will gladly kiss you goodnight
and whisper, “I love you.”
Those moments when we held hands,
gazing at each others eyes,
no words passing our lips yet
it felt like we’ve talked for ages.
Those moments when silence reigns,
yet we’re content in each others presence,
unconscious of the noise around us
just enjoying each others company.
Those moments that only lasted for seconds,
yet felt like eternity as time seemed to stop,
to prolong this delicious moment for the both of us.
Those moments that will forever be etched
in my memory palace where I brought you home,
to love and to cherish and to call you my own.
-The Elusive Scribe 052913-
Cool and composed you appear to be
as the temperature drops with your icy gaze.
Yet I can feel the fire slowly starting,
whenever you turn your eyes my way.
How can I resist the smile that is forming
on these lips as I hold those eyes with mine?
You can play cool and detached all you want
but this I tell you true.
I will break that cool facade of yours,
smash it to bits, unmake and unman you.
I will reshape and remake you,
with fire and passion from these hands.
I will breathe new life to your soul
that you’ve forgotten for so long.
I will make it yearn to live with the fires of love,
while I break it free from its icy prison.
I will melt your indifference with heat,
that only comes with this love that burns,
until you understand that your cold demeanor
is no match with the fire that I can conjure.
-The Elusive Scribe 052813-
I will write your name on pillars of sand
and etch your name on stones littering the ground.
I will carve your name on barks of wood
and print your name on blank pieces of paper.
I will call out your name against the night
and it will echo well beyond the daylight.
I will whisper your name to the stars
and I will sing your name to the angels above.
I will taste your name as it rolls from my lips
and I will delight in your name as I say it over
and over again.
-The Elusive Scribe 052713-
waiting by the window,
eyes searching the crowd.
heart beating loudly,
goosebumps breaking on skin.
throat already parched.
a familiar face approaches.
running to the door,
wrapping arms on neck.
raining kisses on missed lips,
what took you so long?
Beauty I see with eyes that perceive
the world in its unadorned glory.
The skies painted in delicate shades
of blues and whites,
the land, vast and green, broken
by gorgeous mountains that soar
reaching up to the heavens above.
And on the edges, the beckoning waters
with their sparkling surface that glistens,
ripples sent from fingers that touch
its mirror like face that peers back.
Ripples coming back in roaring waves
pushed by strong winds that blow
from the far corners of the world reaching home.
And by the shore I realize
how insignificant I can be
when all the beauty of nature
comes crashing down on me.
-The Elusive Scribe 052513-