#beingpresent
Try to write when you are happy.
How do you write windshields with blue skies on
long car rides, window rolled down, wind in hands;
your bedroom ceiling at golden hour,
light from your window bent into a striped
rainbow of sea-green, yellow, and coral;
your niece cackling, lobbing a blue balloon
to your sister, who holds baby Sawyer;
your cat purring, folding into your side
a thousand times like a origami crane;
the trees bursting with red-pink and white blooms
that quickly appeared in the last few weeks;
if that, like the peace you have now, you
don’t notice them til the petals
have left the branches
piece by piece?
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
I love you not for what you do,
Or how you make my heart feel new.
Not for the light you cast my way,
Or the warmth that fills my day.
I love you simply, deeply so,
In ways you may not even know.
For who you are, for just being there,
A presence I’m honored to share.
In the space where doubt resides,
Love stretches out, undivides.
Unshaken by what’s yet unseen,
I hold you close, pure and serene.
No need for promises, no grand demands,
Just open hearts and holding hands.
For love, when true, is never done—
It’s a river, ever flowing, always one.
So here we stand, in moments unsure,
And still, my love remains secure.
For in this uncertain, shifting hue,
I love, simply because you’re you.
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 5:22 PM UTC