Yesterday, my psyche took a beating,
Today, I feel like a bruise
That is past its angry, blue-black peak
And throbs with a dull, distracting ache.

Like the aftermath of a storm
When the formerly purple clouds lighten
But still threaten a final, farewell wetting.

That's me, a bruise of many hues
Across a canvas of undetermined mood,
Turbulent, fierce, bleeding still,
Close to the surface, threatening to break.

In the fuzzy haze of long and lonely, sunkissed days
I want you so, so much.
We have what we have,
I treasure every moment,
I will never ask for more.

But...I am thinking of you,
Walking slowly through a dappled glade
Thinking of me,
Beside a rippling stream,
Swirling currents, mirroring divergent thoughts and needs.

I wish I were walking beside you,
Would you hold me
Amongst the softly swaying trees,
The nectar drugged bees a choral swell
Accompanying a long and languid kiss?

Let me be the girl you dream of,
The one you glimpse sometimes,
Shimmering in the sun.
Smile when you see me,
Smile, and sigh, my love,
For there is nothing more.
Our dreams are all we have
Maybe, all we ever will.