Memories of moments
Pressed into my mind
Like the flowers in your journal
That you keep.

You are the
Soft and silent
Break in the wind
Through the strongest storm.

You are the
Flame that flickers
In the
Depths of darkness.

You are the
Color of the leaves
As the sun
Falls flamboyantly
In the fall.

You are the
Beautiful bird
That flies and sings
As it bounces
From branch to branch.

Calmness and surrender
Sets suddenly
Over me.