When I think of the future,
I cannot grasp the thought of a career.
But, I think of a kitchen with wood panels, windows, and a few too many plants.
Of sitting in the rain, watching the sky turn dark.
I think of a symphony in the trees.

I think of saying I love you.
Of all the different ways I could say, I love you.
I think of taking your fist in mine and kissing it, because they say its the size of your heart.
Of a gentle touch with an attempt to take your pain away.
I'll repeat it a million times until I lose my breath, I love you.

There’s a feeling, almost a sound,
a vibration,
that surrounded you.

It’s the pitter patter of summer rain.
It’s the cool water of a creek dancing over rocks.
It’s the evening sunlight before a humid night.

I need the exhalation of a deep breath.
I need to sit down with the earth just below me.
I need to be outside.

I sing to you this lullaby
I sing to you this love of mine

Rocking you so sweetly
Holding you so gently

Caressing your head in my hands
As you and the sandman dance

Kiss your head goodnight
Close the doors, they'll be no fright

I sing to you this lullaby
I sing to you this love of mine

She breathes with music,
each pull of the bow,
drawing in.

Her heart beats,
as a slow melody,
a lively percussion.

Her body an orchestra,
variations of beauty,
made to form one masterpiece.

I want to climb mountains with you,
ride roller coasters,
travel across the world,
and swim in the ocean.

But I think what excites me the most
are the mundane things
like riding the subway,
standing in line,
and even sitting on rocks.

Even in silence,
your presence brings
comfort and ease
and always a bit of excitement.

Wouldn't it be wonderful,
to take a trip back in time,
not to see how the people lived,
but to see beauty that has now faded.

I wish to see the stars,
like millions of windows
allowing a glimpse at heaven,
without the drapery of artificial light.

Forests bountiful and
streams clear as crystal,
wouldn't in be
such a sight to see