Eleree, Poetry by Bill Bobber

Genre: Love

by Billy Bobber

She walks through my inner sanctum like a weightless angel, glowing with the greenest of wonder, her gothic branches of mystical innocence are white clouds under my feet, further down the dirt road of lost dreams, I see a lighted flower bloom, the dark clouds lift me into your arms of true freedom, A clouded city with flowing sapphire that sparkle the lunar skyscrapers, A sea where I should be, Two ships waving free in the abyss, it can only mean it’s Eleree, My ever changing home of dark clarity, I’m helplessly alive as she breaks my walls with graceful surprise, The only thing that could bring me back to being a grown boy inside, two feathers reunited in melodic connection, this tragedy was the only way, The pinnacle of experience flourishes in going away, here is where we grow love, I see you on a leaf like mine, I jump off without any doubt towards yours, Now we fall together with millions of your peaceful tears of compassion, I never want to leave here, where the sun, earth and moon burn relatable oblivion like embers, I can’t believe I can release someone like you.







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