Drip.
Drop.
Splash.
The sounds of the rainstorms of life
Rolling off of my back.
I am the
Fledgling swan
Floating through the garden pond
Filled with the beauty of life
Trials and all.
Young
But I know the road
And the dice that was rolled.
Knowing these
And having faith, I float
Dependant on Christ for buoyancy
For armor and weapon
In times of great difficulty.
It is He,
Who made the greatest sacrifice
That allows me to spread wings,
And fly swift and strong,
Though in reality I be weak,
Or to through the tumultuous ocean
Go on floating.

I miss
Your kiss.
The sensation of your lips
Soft and intoxicatingly sweet
As they locked with my own
And your tongue slipped in.

I miss
Your embrace.
The warmth that seeped into my body
As I wrapped my arms round your waist
And pulled you flush against
My core,
yearning to become one flesh.

I miss
Your fingertips.
And the curly hair that brushed
Softly o'er my face when
You stared into my eyes
Studying every brown/green pigment.
I miss staring into yours.
And tracing up and down your skin
Whether it was exposed or hidden.

I miss
Your conversation.
Your soft voice and vibe
That has been the focus of poetry I've written
In past times
And even now at this very moment.

I miss you
And
Just thought I'd write this
Poem that you'll never see.
And as much as I hope,
"All the world's a stage",
And you getting a second act will never be.
You're now just a sad, yet beautiful memory

I can take you to the stars.
I can fly you to the moon.
Name your fantastic dream and I,
Yes I can make it true.
With joined minds
We can reach new peaks.
As long as you believe,
We can set foot into fantasy.
Take a step into my mind,
And we can start traveling.
Step into my heart and
Swim my vast seas.
Slip your hand in mine
And together set hearts wings
To the vibrant horizon
Of mellow sweet.

to sit across from you, conceding
thoughts
sprinkled with cookies of a rare chocolate chip type

looking on
as you take a last bite
and time
jealousy strikes the clock

-we must move on-

Yet I cannot deny
an Ode to that little piece
hated and adored at once

that one piece that soft
so quietly crumbled
from your lips
without reaching mine

sweetness tasted
of an imagined first kiss
in the flight of thought
and time