Another day.

An echo, down dreams.
Rivers that stream across time.
Urging life to the surface,
revolving.

Time seams, unseen.
In counting the passing of shadows.
Rounding down the years as they have been,
passing.

A worthwhile wish, unfurnished.
In heavens hands a celebration.
Your life among so many stars,
shining.

Deserving desire, feelings so fast.
A gentle hand and I am lost in your hair.
In rapid bright rivers found deep inside,
feeling.

Be something, so astounding.
As you are with all of your trying.
Without any more call for revealing,
smiling.

Wild cards are falling, flicker past.
The scent of you echoes thoroughly through.
As your colours bite down on leavers found,
listening.

Working up, to the dream.
Late nights spent skimming roughly rounded words away.
Forgetting the meaninglessness of them,
chiming.

The truth is out there, somewhere
away from words with you, isn't it.

Another day.

by Gareth Rosser