Our Love

Our Love

Our love is a walk in the woods,

It's mossy floor blankets,

and warm sunlight beams.

It's gentle bird song,

and endless winding paths.

It's quiet breezes that shake the tree leaves, 

and sharp breaths in morning air that leave your lungs crisp.

It's talking to no one as the world listens,

and sharing secrets that will never be heard. 

Our love is shooting new greenery,

and open fields of swaying wheat,

It’s fresh wild flowers,

and proud tall oak trees.

It’s branches snapping underfoot,

and you changing me if I stumble.

It’s sharing our hearts with one another,

and exploring with no destination.

It’s loving with everything you have,

walking hand in hand into the unknown.

Heart of glass

Please do not hurt me

My soul is much too fragile 

A heart made of glass

Puzzle pieces

Two puzzle pieces, you and I,

And I want so desperately to fit together,

I crave away at me,

Force myself to slot into place,

I look in the mirror,

And who am I? 

Changes

We grew up together fingers intertwined 

We swapped tales of bitter stings and shimmering stars

We laughed till our lungs burned and faces reddened 

We stayed up till the moon welcomed us in its' glow.

You went out to find adventure and danger

You spoke of fame, fortune and flirtation

You met with monsters and danced with shadows

You infused yourself with poison and passion.

I confine myself within my walls of routine

I tire myself through endless hours

I settle in the sunlight of my solitude

 I find comfort pressed between these pages.

We no longer talk of days littered with stardust

You fall victim to the darkness you invited in

I hear of your shadows and offer a match in the inky depths

We find the solution but your demons whisper sweetly.

We are forgotten to each other, lost to the distance time brings

You say meaningless words of dull comfort and false regret

I release weary breaths that have been held for too long

We become fog gathered in the corners of the others mind.

We are not the we from our past

We have out grown one an other

We are separate now

We have changed.

Ash

Your overly sweet words taste like ash on my tongue,

I wish I could burn away the things you have done.

Hands

I know your hands,

so well

I walk holding them

And in the night, I reach out

To find them.

I touch each

Ring that I bought for your

Fingers,

I trace each nail

With my thumb.

I have watched them change,

Over the long years.

Girlfriend,

Lover,

Wife,

Mother,

Grandmother

But always

Friend, companion, soulmate.

Your hands

Please hold me when I die

Hold me.

Doug