DAYDREAM'S SPARK

 

Daydream’s Spark

You are the spark, the quiet fire,

that sets my smiles alight—

genuine, unfiltered,

a dazzle born from the thought of you.

My favorite daydream,

you sharpen the edges of my mind,

vivid and intense,

painting worlds I ache to touch.  

In the hush of closed eyes,

I slip into those places—

sunlit meadows where laughter blooms,

or the ocean’s edge, waves murmuring secrets

as the sun bleeds into the horizon.

These are not mere fantasies;

they are promises,

waiting to breathe,

to come alive when I stand before you.  

And when that moment comes,

when I am face to face with you,

the world will blur,

fading into the pull of your gaze.

I will be weak—

already am—

knees trembling, heart unsteady,

free-falling into the depths,

the infinite black holes

of your beautiful eyes.  

There, in that endless dark,

I find light,

a universe unfolding,

pulling me deeper,

into the soul of you.

Anticipation hums beneath my skin,

a current too strong to resist,

as I surrender to the gravity

of what we could be.  

You are the dream I hold close,

the spark that keeps me alight,

and soon,