I can compare you to this February day
It’s mild, it’s grey
But thoughts of you brighten the way
The sky is low, hazy off white
Despite lack of sun it’s really quite bright
You can barely make out the shape of a cloud
As the canvas sits proud, not loud
Calm and there
A slight dazzling glare
Quietly unassuming but certainly all-consuming
I see your movement in the trees, your persona in the breeze
I long for stillness in my dreams
Where I often play these themes and scenes
Where what may seem extreme is simply being
Minds connecting, conversations reflecting
Memories collecting
Passions injecting