Sitting next to you <br />is like floating lazily north <br />from the murky silt of reticent, azure, forest lake. <br />As I breach the surface, <br /> the sun and moon <br />are side by side, day and night. <br />Each a different colour of your eyes. <br />And in their profound wells that burrow down <br />filled with passion so deep, without compromise <br />a soft cold fire consumes your stay <br />freezes me to death, and melts the ice away. <br />The fragile beauty of your soul <br />sways up to kiss me <br />from your heart of coal <br />as it sits on a throne of embers that never cool <br />and in the complex layers of your mind <br />an eighteen story labyrinth, I am lost in all the time. <br />An elaborate paradise, <br />a calm waiting to be discovered. <br />As I wander these perfectly manicured hedge walls <br />and think of all the short falls, <br />I look for you to find me <br />fore I can’t find myself <br /> <br /> sitting next to you<br /><br />Taylor Gibbs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-next-to-you/
