Beautiful,

like the ocean waving

outside the window seat

of the flight you've put me on.



A whimsical being,

an unescorted feather

adrift without a wing

like an angelic illusion.



Sweet as the day

hard rains lead you to me

with a broken umbrella

drinched but staid.



Penned eyes

wrote our story

with each pointed glance

and the storm was detained.