Infanite 07 Poem by Kira Bloom

These are the nights
The nights we don't wish to end
When we dame the sun to her firey grave
Enveloped in black velvet and shimmering stars

These are the words that imprint my soul
The smallest fraction of sound that shall ring
mortally in my ears and eternally in my essence

These are the moments cherished by poets lovers and dreamers
The stories that reach the coldest of hearts
The simplest of words that mend

I think so
I think so he said

We spoke of horrors to come, and trials gone
We spoke of uncertainty, of fear, of love
We spoke a masked truth we are still trying to unface

When I cross over
When I cross over to get you he said

My entirety trembled
My totality shredded
And mended around that single emotion

Are you ok
Are you okay he asked

He held me in his arms, and I
I belonged
What word
Which word could describe it
None
It is inexplicable
It is infanite