Her smile is not for me.
though beautifully displayed,
finding feathered heart
floating away.
These sweet small
contortions
are not for me
but being so beautiful.
I am glad I was there to see
her smiling at someone
even if it is not me.

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I am jealous
Of how beauty looks
At another
How success
Finds another
How fairness
Is only a fairytale
Most of all
I am jealous
That my past self
Was more at peace then me

Goosebumps scour my skin,
From the shock of the coolness of the lake.
The air damp and heavy,
The moon lights the moss in water too deep
I cannot touch my toes at the bottom,
And I cannot reach my hands back to shore.

I look up to the sky,
Never have I been so wrapped in light and darkness
Simultaneously, that I  
Feel the splotches of light in my eyes
Lock with the stars.

They know a past I am learning,
The beating in our chests has come from them,
The love they have seen, they brought for us.

Earlier, in the car on our way home we were cradled between the lake
And the row of glass houses.
Their windows open and lamps turned on, and I watch the silhouettes of families
At dining room tables littered with plates of leftover dessert
And undone puzzles,
I watch children sitting on floor and laughing,
And I think,
Do they have secrets as thick as ours?
Do they have ghosts with names and voices?

We glide on the smooth concrete,
Flying in the night along the shore as a heron does
In the day
And I can feel the past rising up out of the
Lake,
Beautifully haunting and dark.

A kiss of passion
In a moment's lapse
Seems to linger longer
With a fervent fiery flame
Burning between our avid lips

Wrapped up in a romantic nuance;
A feeling never felt,
Never known, never shown
Never till now
Under the moon's radiant glare

We feel the wind blow smoothly
As it caresses our cheeks ever so tenderly
And we embrace the dark night's sky
As my head tilts closer to you
And our eyes meet in a timeless glance
Before they close and we drift
Into each other's hearts.

One heart beat, not two
Our kiss is the rhythm of a euphonic melody

That of which can't be sung
'cause the lyrics we cannot fathom

But I know the song very well
It's the tune that will never cease playing
In my heart
When I'm with you.

Gravel crunches beneath my feet,
the meadowlark sings it's song,  
Low morning sun breaking upon the dawn.

Across the valley the back lit blue Cascades
majestically fence off the Eastern sky,
as if to hold back the light.
Mount Hood wears the emerging sun,
like a lighted crown upon her regal peak.

Out in the valley harvested golden wheat
fields stand side lighted and resplendent,
stalks shimmering with nighttime dew.  

Ground hovering Fog off the river,
to the eyes delight, rising with the sun.
Crisp clean air as Fall descends,
blowing chill breath around my ears.
Oh how sweet to be right here,
and look upon this sight.