**** happened
Happened to both you and me
Me a bit less
Less than you
You're amazing
Amazing like my first
First shower of monsoon
Monsoon bringing hope
Hope of us
Us being infinite
Infinite.

I miss our long, lingering talks at night,
When time flies by like the wind!
I miss your smile, so sweet as honey,
Your deep, dark, soulful eyes, that I dive into,
Your oh so cute, enchanting face, that captivates me,
Like a deer in the headlights,
Your bold, red rimmed glasses,
That tease me, ever so gently, my friend!
I miss the soft, low sound of your voice,
So soothing to my ears, yet
So stimulating to my beating heart.
I miss your restless tumbling in space,
As you struggle to stay in one place!
But most of all, although we may never meet,
I miss our minds, our hearts, our spirits,
So entwined by platonic love,
Hopefully
Defying all time and space,
For Eternity.

It waits impatiently,
A lonely, isolated seed,
Hiding in a crevice of the parched earth.
Everything it needs to grow, blossom and bloom
Seems at hand.
But sadly, something is lacking
Remaining just out of reach.
Something is missing!

It longs to break out of it's hard skin,
As it is warned by the Spring Sun.
Yet it's a prisoner of its own cocoon,
Stagnating in the wind swept soil.
Waiting for something,
It has never felt before
To set it free!

At first in intermittent drops,
Soon in a steady downpour,
Tears from heaven at the seed's plight,
Kicking up tiny plumes of dust,
Across the dry desert surface,
The Spring rain arrives at last!

The seed is soaked in this
Stream of welcome wetness
That seeps down into the depths
Where it has hidden
For eternity.

Finally, all self doubts vanish.
The desert flower sprouts, grows,
Blooms!
She looks round herself,
Smiling upon a world
That has been patiently
Awaiting her arrival
For Ever.

Take cover, white dove.
Know that you are in our thoughts
As we are in yours.
Wait out the storm
For as long as it takes.
Do not fly against it.

We will wait patiently
For your return.
Just as Winter awaits Spring,
Spring Awaits Summer,
And Summer, Autumn.

When all the leaves have greened,
Turned their brilliant colors of orange,
Yellow and red,
And in death, fall lightly to earth,
You will return.

You will fly back to us
From your perilous journey,
Stronger and wiser,
To rest again
In our hearts!

The young hawk, held captive in her own nest,
Not yet allowed to test her fledgling wings,
Will soon soar, effortlessly, on thermals
Rising from the warming desert floor.

One day,  she will wing her way to distant lands,
Where her future mate awaits patiently,
Only for her,  
Only for her!