the river flows gently
caressing the rocks as it moves along
with poise she stands; our little willow tree,
where we carved our names.

riding our skateboards
beside the long plains and fields
the sky starts to dim with violet and purple
reminding me of your purple checkered vans

life may take away my wellness
and some other crap too
but it cannot take away
my youth
which you have etched onto my heart and soul
written in your handwriting

her hair swayed in the wind,
delicate and gentle

her eyes were like beads of honey,
just like amber and chestnut

her spirit soared like an eagle,
graceful yet powerful

she was like 'summer linen',
woven intricately;
flying in a field of sunflowers

she called my name in the darkness
i ran to her
ran faster than i thought i could

but then the moon shone through the clouds
and she was not there

my mind longs for an adventure
my soul seeks for spontaneity
my heart yearns for a carpe diem
but am i ready?

i refrain from calling myself a poet
i do not deserve this title

for when i think of a poet
elegance comes to mind
profundity too

yet i am not elegant
nor profound
so then what am i?

i am simply a human being
that expresses
emotions
through words
for this is how i can best convey them

emerges the sun
her sky glimmers with golden rays
crisp autumn wind rustles the leaves
the moss grows in between the cobblestone
la joie de vivre