My sweet heart when you
reach for the very first kiss,
make sure you don’t miss.

all of the stories we have,
a beginning, middle, end,
but we got lost chapter one

I try to talk to you but
my soul just turns to steel,
this happens whenever I
Try tell you how I feel -
about
you.

Catch day dreams with me
and get lost in our thoughts
of the future us.

Act oblivious
to the icy ways you snap,
I'll give the same back.

I know this life can be strange
The simplicity of love,
nor wavering expressions
nor the walls that you put up.

Knowing I'm not alone,
with your warm lifted soul,
a drink of sap from the tree
you've gently nurtured for me.

She has everything to give
in this large, limited world,
so...
I stopped looking for more stones
When I knew, I found a pearl.

Golden elegance
subtly peeks over grass
With spying brown quartz.

When I spoke to you
my eyes would scatter
And lose focus,
So I would avoid contact –
I got used to how
the pavement
Would paint my imagery.

But I nervously fell so steep
With no option to look up –
Only to escape
The pit you had me fall into
In the first place.

In life we wither
slowly as we go
through seasons weathers
nature always grows.

We can contemplate
and we can always worry,
we can’t subjugate
so we suffer covertly.

If we took a seed
to sow, no fear,
even noxious weeds
know reasons it’s here.

As the years start to orbit
and time keeps on ticking,
worry about your wallet
it won’t show in your coffin.

Summers end pinches us
for the seeds we have sown,
disbursement of pods fuss
for the spring, to be grown.

With nothing to lose
with nothing to fear,
if it’s dwelling you choose
whilst you spend your time here.

Nature knows it snows
and nature knows it’s flaws,
still happy it knows
a new seasons open doors.

Only to bloom and admire bliss
whilst they are working hand in hand,
with Mother nature’s glistening kiss,
perhaps one day we will understand.

May our life tangle
Like stems without a thorn -
A beautiful flower
Atop a rose is born.

Whether we germinate
Through the bitter weather,
Flourishing picturesque
Petals fall like feathers.

With Love and Communication
Aligning destinies planets,
Astral stars rotate into place
Wind and air no need to plan it,
Big bang planning
fates open hand,
What a wonderful life,
This universe had planned.