There are stories that need to be told but these silent lips do not wish to speak There are eyes waiting to decipher but these lids remain closed I am here yet I am not here Lost amongst thoughts that continuously inhabit places that leave me numb
Softly tender words f a l l from my lips. I speak to no one but myself secretly hoping you will hear them embrace them and return to where our feet stepped upon lapping waters, in places we savor color washing ashore, where laughter filled our lungs, and smiles broke the silence between awkward and…
Let’s get real, I mean why shouldn’t I? I’ve played the scene over and over in my head, I know how it will turn out, or do don’t I? I’ll just say what I’ve rehearsed. I’ll try to be tender, but will likely end up blurting out choppy sentences, losing all elegance to speaking. Either…
I write to you from the sea where gulls soar upon blue waters an illusion of how near, yet far, you are to me.
It takes just one moment with you for me to grin my unmoored heart to flutter butterflies to dance. Just One.
Deep within a maze of caverns a chamber of secrets my heart awaits to be found captivated by hope and accompanied by the joys of you.
My mistake to send you kisses while trying to send you hearts like the color of blooming pink flowers I shyly blush, revealing more than what’s been communicated.
You and I are snailing into We Two exposed through Our shared likeness. We is better than You and I, for where You is stronger and I is weak I is stronger where You is weak. We is not becoming one, there isn’t any room for that. We is We, every changing pieces of a…
It’s a blanket of feelings, an afghan knitted together by connections I have with you keeping me warm with thoughts and yet paining me to watch you blindly pursue this, whatever it is.
Gladly, this heart will walk the plank if it leads me to you.
If only for a little while I could return to my own mind between memory and you, deep in the heart of Christ where once I was found, I might find balance instead emotions that fill my head with doubt and wandering avid hypotheticals.
Golden are these moments with you as the sun drops beyond earth, composing hues and silhouettes of great measure. Savoring every detail, I become lost in the wonderment of captivated, lost in color and movement, lost in golden.