Thursday, 2 February 2012

the voice of love

i would like to be
the voice in your

to open wide the doors of
where warmth and sunlight
wash over you in waves of
laughter that bubble up from the depths of your darkness
from wells that you assume had long run dry.

to be an eternal spring
of reminders
that there is more to us
than meets their eyes
our eyes
and yours.
that there is infinite magic to be found
in corner shops and
fuzzy slippers.

a voice that calls you
to arms,
to love.

you wont let me.
lucky for you,
love keeps me trying.