Dandelion (2)

For someone I can't put their initials up

I have found a dandelion,
I the coolness of the heat.
I want to give it to you,
Because you are what I hoped to find.

The glimmer of hope I held onto,
For so long, so long.
I found you among the weeds,
That lovely spot of yellow.

You are special,
You're amazing to me.
Sensitive like the petals,
Resilient like the stem,
Lovely like the color.

I've never had this much comfort,
Just in knowing you're there.
Knowing I have beauty holding my hand,
Knowing I have something as real as a flower.
The very flower that gives me hope.

I have found a dandelion,
I picked it just for you,
Because you are what I had hoped to find...
And more.

I Didn't Turn Around

For T.B.

I climbed over hills,
Rolling green with spots of brown.
The sun looks down through leaves of green,
Like your eyes when I look at you.

I didn't turn around,
Because you're the one person I look forward to.
Just like the dry earth
Waits for the rain to fall.

I didn't turn around,
Because I am not going to look in the past.
That is where time is wasted,
and I want that time to be with you.

I climbed over hills,
And I didn't turn around.
I see the stars,
But they shine duller than you.

How Lucky I Am

For T.B.

I am amazed,
An overwhelming feeling.
It makes me want to cry rejoicing,
I am lucky.

The burning desire in my soul,
Like the sun shining in my heart.
How sweetly a tender kiss is on your lips,
The butterflies flutter about their cage.

A graceful smile passes through.
And it recharges me like lightning.
To see that pleasure across your face,
Reminds me how lucky I am.

I want to burst out crying,
Amazed at the life I have now,
And the future I am building with you.
The feeling soaringly bubbles more.

Reminding me of my luckiness,
Is the feel of my head against your chest.
When we hold each other, I hear the steadiness in your heart.
It warms me to the core.

Seeing your striking blue-green eyes,
Feels me to the brim of contentedness,
Their beauty reminds me to smile,
And the fact that I'm yours.

At night, when I sleep,
I think of your chest rising and falling in rhythm.
How lucky I am,
To have you.

Watching the Grass Grow

For T.B.

Fields of dried brown grass,
Drought riddled earth, cursed.
It crunches beneath my bare feet,
Searing the bottoms as I walk.

No matter the number of tears I shed,
I could not revive the field.
I became jealous of everyone else's bliss.
How lushly green they looked.

Then along came you,
With a bucket of your hopes and dreams.
The water I needed for the dry plain.
You asked, 'May I?" pointing at the bucket.
I nodded a yes, and you poured out the contents like a river across the field.

Days go by, and we talk.
The past,
The present,
And the future.
Accepting everything beyond the faults,
As sprigs pop up around us.
Every day we come back, more grows.

The hexed earth is growing green.
Real and spongy grass, and I roll around in it.
My joy brings about your smile,
And you take your spot next to me.
My eyes misty, and you lean down for a lingering kiss.

It is sweet like ripened fruit,
You hold me tight,
I bury myself into you.
You still hold me like I'll fly away.

We watched the grass grow.
Together, we helped it grow.
Watering the earth of my field made my own grass green.
The happiness I found with you made it green.

Aimless

For T.B.

Wandering on winding roads,
No Destination,
Just a Journey.
Just the two of us.

Out the window are the stars,
Shining and static,
Intelligent and challenging.
They spread across the blanket of the night sky of ebony,
Elegantly surrounding us.

Aimless, as we are,
A light between us hasn't died.
It shines like the sun, scorching and acidic yellow.
It shines like the moon, serene and palest white.
It is ours, no one else's.

How I want to touch the sky,
Outstretch my arm to take hold of a star.
A gift of hot sparkling gas,
So I can show you how far I will go for you.

Aimless, as we are,
I'd bend the mountains.
And let our paths converge,
Heart-to-heart.

Think of a Sunset

For T.B.

The sunsets melting colors together,
Behind a horizon of mountains.
Supple oranges,
Shining yellows,
And beauteous purples.

The sunset's light kisses your face.
Shadowing the lines of your face.
Looking off as though you are in a dream.
Though I am looking at you because you are my dream.

I look away nervously,
The butterflies stirring in their cage.
You take my hand and bend down a bit.
You kiss me, and it tastes like fresh, crisp apples.

My face hot from blushing,
Blood rushes around my body.
Standing in your embrace, my head on your chest.
I see a light turn on in your eyes through the shadows.
We then walk off, the sunset to our backs.

I peek back at the melting pot of colors,
A silver lining---I smile.

The Spell of the Heartbeat

For Anybody Under This Spell

I lay on your chest,
Listening to your heart.
It beats feverishly,
Going thump-thump,
And I shut my eyes to the rhythm.

A gentle sleep,
The heart puts that spell on me.
In my dreams, you're there,
Swaying in endless dancing with me.
An organ's music plays sweetly.

When I'm home,
I hear it rise and fall.
I take that musical sound with me.
I hear it pulsing,
Your ghost is there, but I know you're real.

With you, I'm not alone,
With you, my breath is taken,
With you, I can believe,
With you, I feel my own heart pulsing,
With you, I can see the colors clearly.

I wake up,
Your hand in mine,
Your heart goes thump-thump in my ear.
My face twists into a smile,
As I look up at you.