Falling
Dusting
A world in glitter

Covering
Blanketing
Sparkling in the sun

Laughing
Dancing
In a magical land

Looking
Contemplating
A shining, beautiful world

Of snow.

Catching dreams
like paper planes.
Flying,
twisting,
falling, all about.
Blowing in the wind,
like grains of sand.
And suddenly
there's nothing holding you together
Anymore.

I lay there
Staring at a sky so blue it looked
like it had been painted as a backdrop for a movie or play.
And I watched the leaves and grass as we breathed
in
and
out together
to the beat of the wind.

All wounds time heals.
Threading the strings
of minutes, hours, years
carefully stitching up rips and tears.

Maybe no.

Perhaps time is a blade.
Dull and blunt
digging deeper, deeper.
A grim, grim reaper.

Maybe

time can't heal
a broken heart.
Or all those cuts and slashes
Those reoccurring gashes.

Summer storm clouds
Rolling in
Flash of light
Shrill whistles blow,
Long and Clears
Out crowded waters
Smiles dance on
Restless faces
Summer Storms
Favorite part of
A lifeguard’s day.

Gone
Gone like the wind
Through the trees
On a soft summer’s breeze
It was a beautiful day
When that last little part died
Leaving you cold and lonely inside
Comes then stormy weather
Reawakens buried hurt and pain
Inside
A bolt of thunder
Crash of light
Soft rain pours down
On a healed little heart
Gone
No more
Alive