I want to thank you for
never, never giving up on me since
we first met some three years ago.
Your love is as strong as the winds
beating against the coastal homes and
my love for you is never-ending, just
as the waves continue to crash.
The support beams of our home are
nourished with love and able to bend with
the storms that arise because we have
accepted and enlightened the flaws of
our lives; of each other.
For as long as there will be stars to gaze upon
each night, my love and soul are attached to you.
Where the blank spaces are in my life -
you have brightened them with the most
otherworldly light and I see no other way.
I will always come back to you,
my heart will always call you home.
-s.r.pikulinski
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Change is movement and I'm stuck.
Stuck and I cannot find the words.
-s.r.pikulinski
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
Out the window the trees go by fast.
Never having the chance to know one
even by the looks of it.
The houses pass by quick and
the people in them never move.
There is no time to see what's on their televisions.
Drive by the Dennisville Lake and my eyes
are fixed on the egrets drying in the branches
of the trees at least half a mile out.
There's a beach in the distance where
the sun sets and it's more than picturesque.
Years ago, this is where I first learned to ice skate,
*but now the lakes blocked off with guardrails,
I'm on a busy road, and there's no turning back.*
-s.r.pikulinski
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC