Swelling with the possibilities
Of a future so sunny and fun
Of nights of warm skin and a cool breeze
And days of salty water and sun
To trace your palm with my fingertips
And taste your perfume on my tongue
As your mustache scratches and stings my lips
I feel what I’ve known all along
These days are numbered but endless
So I’ll wait and savor my memories
Of the promises made by our happiness
Overheard by the waves and palm trees
I am the drifting cloud.
I am the darting dragonfly.
I am the upturned leaves awaiting a quenching rain.
I am the quivering blades of grass.
I am the flickering flame.
I am the ripples that grow into waves.
I am the music.
You are the sparkle on dew.
You are the blinding white snow.
You are the warmth of the earth and stone.
You are the darkness removed from night.
You are the long day.
You are the reassuring light.
You are the lyrics.
We are the storm.
We are the tide.
We are the seed sown and
We are the tree grown.
We are the newborn cry.
We are the autumn sky.
We are the song.
I could be alone.
You could be too.
But it is love
That makes us whole
And is the soul of the story told.