Finding a reason to live is harder than finding a needle in a hay field. You don't quite where to look but you know what you are looking for is out there. Your hands and knees will get ****** from searching, and at times you might feel like giving up. but when you finally see that this piece of metal shine you will get the most forgiving sense of relief. Like everything you have had to worry about is just gone. When I first saw you the sun reflected off your eyes and there was the most beautiful sparkle I have ever seen in my life. I found what was to be the smallest needle in the hay field we call earth. And all the pain and suffering I tried to cover up with cheap perfume and mindless lust was replaced with the smell of freshly bloomed roses and passion. You were the girl that gave me a reason to live, to love and to see how beautiful this world can be. You made me remember why I am alive.

how wonderful is it that
there’s a word that uses
the most powerful force on earth
to describe another thing

lovely

that must be what you are
whenever i think
there must be a soul out there
who can carry the weight of such a word
i think of you

i think of you and your sense of humor
always making the corners of my mouth lift
changing their everlasting shape
into a grin
i’ve come to dislike
but not when you make it appear

the way your arms have held me
sent electricity through me
yet gave me
a place to call home
a connection
that i hope you feel too

your sparkling eyes
that bore into my soul
like a cat kneading its paws
into carpet
tearing up the seams

your radiant smile
putting me into ecstatic shock
every time i see it creep onto your face
after i say some stupid
even when you laugh
and i forget it’s about me
i don’t care
because you’re happy
and i’m happy

you’re lovely, my dear
i hope you can say
the same thing about
me

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
“The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay.”
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can’t help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.