Dear forest leaves ,                                             Do you tell your trees
your "I love you's" before
you drop from the branch ?
Do you tell them "I'll miss
you" before you fall silently
to the ground. Do you ever
look back before touching
gentle earth's damp soil.
Do you make love to the tree
before you wonder off wild
and free dancing on the forest
floor as the winds move you
from the right to the left ?
Do you forest leaves ? If yes ,
then tell me your story
passionately* ~

I wish my words could
string themselves together
to form an ocean for you.
I wish for them to string
themselves and form a
quilt to keep you warm
when I'm not around to
wrap you in my arms and
when the sun sets down.
I wish these words could
form a song to play in your
head when the world's
noise is too much to take.
I wish the letters of these
words gather and imprint
themselves on my skin for
you to read as a bedtime
story after midnight when
its late and dark and i lay
my head on your chest next
to you on bed. I wish my
words string themselves
together just for you , to
keep , to read and to be
their whenever you feel
sad and blue. Oh darling
if only you knew how much
i want these tiny wishes to
come true* ~

Whistle to the wind when
you miss me and i'll come flying
to you the way pretty birds
do. Whistle to the ocean
waves that you miss me and i'll
swim across the atlantic
just for you. Whistle to the
autumn leaves that you miss
me and i'll fall effortlessly at
your feet. Kissing them both
and making my way up to
your lips using  your ribs
to climb up on as if they are the
staircase that lead to sweet
heaven* ~

The earth whispered
that your beautiful down
to the bone. Beautiful like
a rose with thorns.While my
heart counted from one to
two. And my lips parted to
tell you the words of how
much I love you* ~