What is a hug?
A warm, loving gesture
Composed of many parts.
Arms over arms
Body to body.
Hearts beating
Lovers breathing
warm air onto each other.
The feel, the smell of hair.
And the invisible flow of
Love between two souls.

I Wish

I had

the courage

to say how I feel.

I Wish

I had

the Audacity

to say it to you.

I Wish

I had

the Strength

to tell you above the sound

of a Whisper.

And how

I Wish

you would simply

Understand.

I lie here

Awake

at 3 a.m.

and the thoughts

running through my mind

won't stop.

I lie here

Awake

at 3 a.m.

and the emotions

going through my heart

won't cease.

It's 3 a.m.

and I lie here,

Awake,

because I can't stop

thinking about you

loving you

reliving our time

Together.

I lie here

Awake

at 3 a.m.

because of you.

My Life is the Road

the freedom of the open

the outside

the smell

of rubber, and asphalt.

My Life is the Mountains

the booming silence

of those enormous Majesties.

My Life is the Desert

the painted rocks

the aroma of Life

in an alien landscape

that I call Home.

My Life is the Winter,

the coldest,

deepest, snow-filled Winter;

Yet my Life is the Summer,

full of vivacity and adventure.

My Life is the Spring,

just beginning to bloom

and blossom

into something

amazing;

Yet my Life

is the Autumn,

a part of it ending,

but soon to bring something

even more amazing.

My Life is Fleeting Permanence,

gone in the blink of an eye,

but always present

I want

to be

enveloped

in sound

to become

music.

I long

to be carried away

by the sheer power

of a simple

melody.

Reading these words
The memories surge
Regrets shoved away
Come back for today
And if I could give the apology
That fixed both you and me
I wouldn't be up late
Trying to debate
Justifications
Implications
Sorrows
And what of tomorrow?
So if you'll read this note
And find some hope or
Solace in its text
Then who knows what'll come next?

Radiant, everlasting sunshine

struck me.

My senses were inundated

by everlasting sunshine.

Stopped cold,

my thoughts soon turned to them,

and how the months would play out

Whether we would stay friends

Or go separate ways.

Or if I'd ever even see you

After May.

I was brought back to reality

Misty-eyed,

by the smell of everlasting sunshine.