Beautiful poetry, as always, by my dear friend.
xxx
I want to talk with you
into the smallest hours of the morning.
To sit and talk.
No more.
Of hopes
of fears
of dreams
and everything in between.
Please
don’t think me dull
that I want to talk.
For what could be more fascinating
than to sit
with you.
Hearts and minds open.
To listen to you speak
about the very stardust we are made of.
L M B 