As I feel the warmth of the rain
gently kissing my face,
why do I think of you?
As I become weather washed
in scents of lavender and lilac
from the soft storm breeze,
why do I feel your presence?
As I listen to the soothing rhythm
of rainfall upon the rooftop,
why does my heart beat for you?
I think I will linger here a bit longer
until I am thoroughly soaked
in thoughts of you
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
I love that transition in the day when the sun yields the sky to hues of dark crimson and violet blue. This is that magical moment when the night begins to unwrap with stars and moonlight all preparing to sing their silver-throated songs.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
She weeps not for the sea
She embraces the current
Becoming the waves
She chases not the sun
She is the moonlight
That cradles the stars
She feels not the cold
She is the warm spring rain
Bringing flowers to bloom
She worries not of storms
She is the gentle breeze
That sweeps them away
She fears not the dark
She is a free spirit untamed
Casting light so divine
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
I said her eyes are like sky blue reflections in the sea; she said they're the color of love come swimming with me.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
She weeps not for the sea
She embraces the current
Becoming the waves
She chases not the sun
She is the moonlight
That cradles the stars
She worries not of storms
She is the warm spring rain
Bringing flowers to bloom
She sees no inhumanity
She is the gentle breeze
That sweeps it all away
She thinks not of endings
She is the innocence of life
A spirit that can’t be tamed
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
charcoal skies
clouds of gray
moisture falls
a rainy day
lightning flashes
then the thunder
grab my hand
run for cover
damp cold drizzle
bring the storm
here together
cozy and warm
thunderous voices
laugh and play
vanquished blues
the perfect day
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
The open road that lay ahead
calls harmoniously to my soul,
the sound of moving gravel
a chorus of unsolicited whispers.
While some paths are well lit,
others are dark and unknown
where nothing feels familiar.
So each footstep is a triumph
changing direction at will,
no final say or fate accepted
only a sprawling open road.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
Saying goodnight to the one you love
is like reading the final page of a book.
As the last chapter ends you notice
just how beautiful the plot has been.
You've appreciated the joy and the pain
as you read through every single page.
Yet there are more stories left to tell
than can be told before the books end.
So although the last sentence has come,
in the morning another book awaits.
You may start a new great story together,
or maybe return to a plot you left behind.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
A heartfelt story, a beautiful landscape, an entire world can exist in just a single teardrop. What worlds do I create? Am I the cause of someone else's pain or do I ease their tears to become part of that story.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
Everyone has a story to share. Some, beautifully written, others with torn pages and blotched ink. The mountain tops of joy and the valleys of anger and regret, the beautiful smiles masking broken hearts. In its uncomfortableness, may I have empathy and strength enough to love others’ stories of fear and hope and well hidden pain, while being vulnerable enough to comprehend their meanings.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC