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The Most Beautiful Words I Never Spoke

24 February, 2010 (14:40) | Wax Poetic

When the most beautiful words I never spoke

Are at the tip of my tongue and then I choke

On the possibility that you might respond

And then we€™ll meet, and I€™ll grow fond

Of the way your hair slowly covers your eye

Or the way your hand gently brushes mine

Or how the blood from my heart rushes

At every one of your sparking touches

Forcing my eyes to shut and body stilled

A quick deep breath and my lungs are filled

I can€™t move. The only thing moving is my mind

And all the images of you that it can find

Projected onto the back of my eyelids as a screen

Debuting a movie that no one else has seen

Or ever will, because once I regain sight

And start to gaze at the most beautiful thing in my life

The movie goes back into production inside my head.

But maybe I€™ll get to catch a sneak peak as I sleep in my bed.

All this goes on in the matter of seconds

And when it€™s all over, my heart beckons

For another moment just like it

A moment where my body won€™t fight it

How your touch invokes something so intangible

So much beyond anything imaginable

And all I can do is imagine us there

At that same table, at that same restaurant

At the same time, and our bodies in the same spot

Your eyes focused on mine, and mine on yours

And we stop time around us for what seems like hours

Just you and I continuing our lives without the world around us

And we€™ll continue talking about how love found us

And put us together for the very first time

How everything was easy as it just fell into line

I never knew what I was looking for until I met you

I never knew how to act until I watched what you do

When you talk to people that you don€™t know

How they walk away after with a certain glow

And as for me, I€™m a lighthouse shining bright

Protecting your shores from lost ships at night

Letting them know that I am guarding your beaches

And that tonight, land will be out their reaches

They€™ll have to set anchor in the ocean as blue

As the eyes I€™m staring at; the eyes of you.

This was a poem I wrote back in February of 2007 I was reminded of it when I watched this short film:

Nuit Blanche from Spy Films on Vimeo.

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