In the same way I look
for that familiar comforting scent
on the wind,
or the final royal golden rays
of light on the horizon,
I'm forever grasping
at the straws of your essence.

I find it in the morning mist
with its cooling touch,
the birds carry it on their
waking melodies and
closing trills,
the brashness of the sun and
elegance of the moon
mirror your brazen sophistication.

While you may not be here now
you're equally present
in the beauty the world beholds,
immeasurable adoration of you in every moment.

How terrifying and exciting is it to change.
Entering my most uncertain season,
I can be sure of nothing yet also,
Everything.

I have no idea where I’ll be in six months,
Or a year.
Still, I know I’m ready.
Simultaneously thrilled and frightened,
But ready.

And if I fall through the cracks,
How sweet is it to know,
You’ll be there to catch me.
And even if you’re not,
How lucky am I to have myself.
I’m ready.

Anxiety and stress,
compounding through the Winter months.
Weighing on my chest,
threatening to crack my soul’s delicate shell.
I take a walk.

Wild flowers blossom in patches,
reminisce of constellations dotting the night sky.
The trees transform from dull canvases into impossible to replicate master pieces.
Change stirring in the threads of nature.

In miracle fashion,
my woes melt away.
The permafrost upon my heart making way for a burst of growth in spirit.
A new appreciation for the minute details,
the rain no longer an inconvenience but a blessing.
The sweat dropped down my brow serving as a reflection,
my impurities cleansed by the Sun’s fiery persistence.

Spring is here,
accompanied by her remedial powers.

Feet reclined near water's edge,
the warmth of the Sun,
coolness of the breeze,
Hmm...a little yellow flower.

Standing all alone,
so small,
so proud,
so beautiful.

For a moment I'm reminded of you,
I shall pluck it for your enjoyment!
But wait- maybe instead,
I should leave it alone.

Yes, I'll leave it where it be,
so I can return each day,
and have a pleasant reminder of you.

Perhaps I'll write about it,
maybe in a letter,
and send it to you,
immortalizing its brilliance,
the little yellow flower.

I long for you more than the ocean longs to embrace the mountains.

I gravitate towards your benevolence just as a meteor to the Earth,
burning so deeply on my way to you I emerge refined, cleansed.
A new being.

If I could never see you again,
I'd gouge my own eyes,
so that your face should be the last thing I saw.

My hunger to live-
fueled by the desire to keep your memory burning throughout my mind.

You're the answer to everything.
The universe's infinite complexity,
simplified by you.

Your deep mahogany hair,
holds the Earth in balance with the Stars.
The Milky Way,
a reflection of its illustrious waves.

Your dazzling smile,
gives the Sun permission to shine.
Its brilliance,
reaches even the most fathomless depths of Space.

Your flawless olive skin,
inspires the harshest of terrains to flourish.
Beauty manifest,
expanding across the Galaxy in every direction.

Your gentle voice,
commands the Cosmos with grace.
Sounds of honeyed laughter,
reverberate amongst Creation,
soothing every mind and soul.