the softest of smotherings
makes a cat purr
louder

I will send the birds to you
And they will sing
What I cannot say
For whose lips dare proclaim
That they can speak of love
Love is the force behind all
Mere thinking mort I
And cannot speak the divine
Yet a bird is pure and knows
What to sing and when
So watch, for birds, and listen
They will not lie
Like I might, they are sweet
Where I am cold, able
Where I fail and on wing
They flit with the elegance
Of a ballet with no schooling
They have my envy as I plod
On square feet towards
My mortal grave

Love me the way the wind loves the trees
******* away
Rustle my leaves

Love me the way the sky loves the sun
Light up my day
Fill it with fun

Love me the way the sea loves the shore
Wash my heart clean
Kiss me some more

Don't leave me in Autumn
When the branches are bare
Don't leave me in Winter
When the sun isn't there

Keep loving me in Spring
When the tides start to turn
Keep loving me in Summer
When my skin starts to burn

Just love me the way
A boy loves a girl
And we will just wait
For this love to unfurl

Blue is the boulder overlooking the bay
Loosely pocked by weather-worn stains
Unwavering guardian of all that lay
Enigmatic yet silently screaming its pains

Blue is the reflection dancing playfully
Laid generously by the twilight moon
Upon the vast canvas of the darkened sea
Elated ripples readily accepting such a boon

Blue is the halo encircling the moon
Lavish circlet gifted by the sun
Unnoticed by eyes that slumbered too soon
Evading the sands of time that run

Blue is the silhouette of a lone sailboat
Lurching and bobbing by will of the waves
Unknowingly catching the zephyrs that float
Eluding the fingers from watery graves

Blue is the man; perched upon the boulder
Lapping up the stars mirrored upon the sea
Usurped heart of his had never sung drearier
Ensnared by woeful wonderment...
                                           **that man is me...