We waited patiently, painfully sometimes,
For the Lord’s blessing, without any disguise.
We feared our shortcomings as we prayed.
“Will we be good parents?” our confidence swayed.

But then he gave us to you, more precious than all.
With happy tears in our eyes, we looked at you, so small.
We took a mental picture of your delicate face,
And vowed to keep you as if in God’s grace.

An endless string of firsts, each moment exciting,
From your first yawn, we knew we’d be fighting,
To protect you from the world, and every kind of bane.
You are everything to us – our universe, our love, our pain.

As you grow up it is hard to let you go,
But you have many adventures – some happy, some not so.
We pray again, let time not fly by.
But God replies, it is not time, but my angel that will fly.

We have dreams for you, to be happy and safe.
We constantly worry, “What will you have to face?”
We promise to hold on and let go at the right time.
Storing memories away for when we’re grey and fine.

One day, from being our baby you will grow out.
But whoever you become, we will always be proud.
You teach us every day about innocence and being wild,
The Lord blessed us with more than a child.

While I wait for something to change,
My life, I will have to arrange.
While I wait for something profound,
I’ll have to look for happiness around.

While I wait for this journey to end,
Once in a while, my thoughts I will send;
Across the physical world that is,
Before I’m in those arms of his.

While I wait, what if I don’t realise?
What if I go through it all hypnotised?
I ask myself, what will it take;
Before something of myself I make?

While I wait, sometimes I think I’ve found,
What breaks me free, out of bounds.
Chemical reactions? Sometimes I wonder;
Because I’m back, making the same old blunders.

While I wait, you take pieces of me.
But I don’t change that much, you see.
Do I need the right question, or the right answer?
I jump from here to there, much like a dancer.

While I wait for the right experience,
For all of this to make more sense,
I lie here beneath the ladle in the sky,
And wave my shortcomings goodbye.

I wish for a wish, where I wish that I lived on a beach.
Sand in my toes, salt on my skin and the ocean within my reach.

I wish for a wish, where I wish that the world was all mine.
Skyscrapers and chandeliers and stars, for me they would shine.

I wish for a wish, where I wish that I was all alone.
No worries and no problems and no one to call on the phone.

I wish for a wish where I wish I could eat whatever I chose.
Salads and soufflés and strawberries and even chocolate bows.

I wish for a wish, where I wish for someone to wish for me,
To wish to love me and to hold me, but also set me free.

I wish for a wish where I wish I had a lover true.
He’d sing for me and write for me and then say ‘I do’.

I wish for a wish, where I wish that I could do what I want,
Say what I want and love who I want and even hate the want.

I wish for a wish, where I wish that I were not alive.
To see what happens after death, oh! When will I arrive?

Oblivious to the rest of the world,
My mind devious as he brushed back a curl.
Black tips exploring,
Soft lips imploding,
As we let humid thoughts unfurl.

Fingers land just off the grass on sweet thorns,
To counterpart my luminous corns.
Like rain on sand,
Like a fish on land,
Feels unreal like stars in the early morns.

Tentacled creepers wind around the vulnerable tree,
After sweeping black cascades over valleys free
Spicy honeysuckles fall still,
As they shadow the hill,
And they move on to darken knolls as they agree.

Yawning caverns filled with awoken bats
Cause chaos and whispers through the cracks.
Like the first breaths of life,
When impatience is no vice,
Reticence falls away outside steel vats.

As the wind runs over the dunes,
As he plays and strums and croons
Fingers running through the grass,
Smoke melting on the glass,
While we lay underneath the half moon.

How do I express all that's in my heart?
How do I describe what it's like when we part?
How do I explain the way u make me feel?
How does time with you always seem surreal?

Words and speech fail me like never before,
And no action conveys that few others will be loved more.
I fear you may never know the extent of my affections,
And how you are a part of my day, my thoughts, my intentions.

Distance makes things difficult sometimes,
But the grass is greener on the same side at times.
To miss you is a mixture of tension and release,
And neither thoughts or senses feel at ease.

My heart that aches for you rises to my throat,
My ears that need your voice beg for a single note.
My hands that plead for yours tense up in desperate anticipation,
My eyes that long for that look in yours close in blurry imagination.

Sweet pangs of yearning well up on my lashes,
A violent sigh reaches my lips and crashes.
The eventuality of time together provides some solace,
Although I rush time, it crawls at it's own pace.

But with you all my worries dissipate,
Safe and secure in your arms, I never hesitate.
As if drawn to fit perfectly in your embrace,
I dissolve as your hands take my face.

Warm goosebumps under your touch drive fears away,
And my heart, light and heavy, begins to sing and sway.
Your soft nibbles makes me shiver and hide,
And make my lips twitch on one side.

All that you make me feel, joy and pain alike,
Makes me love you, makes me feel alive.
I wish for gallons of time under the sun,
After all, our story has just begun.

Dull silver silk slipping through my travelling fingers.
Metal bees buzzing past others with upright stingers.

Concrete flowers bloom as a final plea to the heavens.
But they are hushed by grey rainbows as their pain deepens.

Colours of the rainbow? They fell on to steel boxes of function.
But as they fell, they turned ugly around each intersection and junction.

Flowers abundant only in temples and no more do they grow wild.
Like a mother being offered her wounded child.

We ate all our cookies all these years in plenty.
But now we are stingy as the jar is gradually empty.

The inspirations of many were adorned by diamonds and gold.
And today they walk with black ear buds so cold.

I want that teal horizon splattered now and then with red.
Just beyond my black slumber slowly creeping on to my bed.

But when I turn over I want the silhouettes that zigzag across grey.
Bearing pride and promise for tomorrow and every other day.

Can’t we have both worlds, grey towers as well as vast greens?
Maybe if we try we can hope for a world that preens.

Will we ever give up preaching the things that we don’t do but know?
Should we ever give up teaching and let them learn as they grow?

Black rays of sunshine before the sun rise,
Before a gentle nudge brings you back to disguise,
Before the waxy fruit ripples back and forth,
Before the elder thoughts call back from earth,
Allow this moment to be frozen in grey time,
Hence the emotion it demands it may define.

As a touch is desired and bliss begins to fray,
Eternity feels within reach, and now, too far away.
Disturbing the dark chaos, eager and nimble,
A thought enters my mind, a bit all too simple.

A love of love returned, one day may be faded,
Running into darkness maybe aided,
At times celebrations maybe left incomplete,
No warm support to lean on while energies deplete.
But love’s kindness is wondered every day I breathe,
How aptly He comprehends everything that I need!

All thoughts reflected in dark honey dews,
Warm intruders doing just as they muse.
The fit of an old shoe but the thought of forever.
Safe, strong and firm but restricting? Never.
Ripples of the wax shun floods of distress,
In love with my friend, to my heart I confess.