Sweet Nothings

When things felt like the places I go when I dream

When every memory was a flash and gleam


Back when I couldn’t catch my breath

When, I swear, your kisses could bring me back from death

Made me so nervous — no idea what to say

That’s when you used to smile and make everything okay


Now, you exist only in moments of fleeting daydreams

Sunny and warm on my skin

Wind whispering sweet nothings in my ear

Toes tickle in grass green

I cherish every moment, every memory, and every sweet sweet dream.


  1. How fascinating is the heart you portray; on the edge through fear, lulled into the warm dreamy space of bliss. Like a stream rushing down a fall into a still pool below. Beautiful words which speak in their silence. Blessings Peter.

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