The crisp cool air settles on the lake
My voice travels along the water, a soft fog
Vibrant crimson
Lush orange
And the deep brown of the earth
Paint a canvas of life

Some of life's best moments are free

One in a million.
Does that mean there's 700 just like you?
Why not one in a hundred billion?
That way I wouldn't have to choose.
Which one I'd love the most.

Paint my world with color
Bright and vibrant hues
A lush assortment
Bright yellows and deep blues
The canvas grows heavy from the oils

Memories and emotions,
sleeping in silence.
The mind lies dormant.

The thoughts awaken,
they begin to stir,
but just let them be.

Embrace the journey.
Enjoy the seat.

For a secret pleasure it is,
discovering a personal eternity.

When....
There are no words that you can say.
There is nothing your friend feels they could do.
To help them; here is a tip I have for you.
Simple and easy, the best comforts are.
Not even words are needed, for the best heart to heart.
All you gotta do, is make them feel snug.
Give your friend a simple hug.

A prickly poke,
a small dose,
of the feeling,
that I abhor the most.

A feeling
of love,
of sorrow,
of when we fell apart.

Yet another needles swoops,
Through the cloth it goes,
and a new ***** to my finger,
I reluctantly accept.

For this needle,
will thread a new life;
a life sewn together with you.

Sometimes,
I think to myself,
that it's too good to be true.
Then I find myself wondering,
how I could be with somebody like you.
Only one date in,
it felt like a sin.
Because you're too pretty,
to be with a guy like me.
I guess it's really just,
my self esteem.

But I got to say
(I would probably every day)
You're just so ****** beautiful.

How to say it tho?
Of that I don't know,
how to show,
my thoughts when they're truly that sincere.

I mean, it's only been one month.
We really don't see each other much.
But you're really happy?
With me?

I'd show you this.
But then I might miss.
The chance for another date.
It's just,
I really appreciate,
the way that you're so thoughtful.
You listen and you're kind.
You never even say it if my poems are awful!

What is it I like so much?
You're,
well,
you're just as you as can be.
And nobody else.
And that's why you're so special.

That old couch you grew up on,
broken down from the years.

An old handkerchief,
used to wipe away sweat and tears.

That doll you held as a child,
something so dear to you,
when you were still so sweet and mild.

A season you rely on,
like the spring when it comes every year.

A friend you can cry on,
that sheds away every fear.

A parent you can call,
when you’re just tired of it all.

A song that stays in your heart.
A thread that strings life together.
It is the feeling of something that stays,
the beauty of realizing the reliability of forever.

In my sentimentality,
I’ve felt the full vitality,
of absolute inner joy.

And now I see you,
and you see me too,
and I think I see a life,
where I grow old with you.

Close
Warm
Comfortable
Knit together with care
Received unconditionally
Wrap me as a blanket cradled in your arms
Thoughts drift away into oblivion
Worries become quiet nothings  as souls unite
No chasms to separate
No chains to bind
No chores of tomorrow
Only today
Only you
Only me
Knit together
Formed as one

A vase on a pedestal
Put there only to fall apart when pushed off
I won’t be that anymore

Imagine everyone had wings
They could fly to every single thing
Never walking about and around
Instead flying up and down
Around the skies the people would be
For miles and miles our eyes could see

But, imagine, you, were one of a kind
And you had no wings but instead the only imaginative mind
Your mind could soar you to the heights of your thoughts
A place that others could explore not
At the same time that those people flew, you were stuck to the ground
Is it rather up in the sky or in yourself that you'd be found?

Because a world of your own, where others will never be
Is a world that only you could see
And what's better to experience?
A sight that everyone else knows,
Or a place that only you could go

Gray Clouds
A Cold Sprinkle
Life Is New Again