She desperately wanted to love.
Expending Aprils in the dark without the sunshine of holding hands to the sunset and beyond ...
Without sweet whispers of belonging ,
without the soft calling of a lovers voice .
She wanted to discover the joyful mystery behind those
tender fluffy kisses .
The anxiety of insects overflying by one’s soul.
But she didn’t calculate that there were many kinds of love
that love for some was just a word ,
and all she got was a counterfeiting kind of lust.
The one that squeezes the intimacy of a gentle soul ,
and doesn’t stop until it dries it all.
The one that dresses as the sweetest flower ,
to trick a bee into the deepest hole .
The one that makes you fall.
The one that’s made of stone .
The one that freezes you once there are no more endearing lying words .
The swift one that leaves once all the honey is gone .
Warm Summer breeze filled the air with lavender,
While the wind moved graciously through each stalk
I close my eyes to visualize your smile, instant happiness arrives like the symbolism behind an overflying flock
All the while I take a deep breath and taste as the fresh air races against my taste buds, this beautiful fragrance gives me new life as it expands my lungs.
With each breath I become increasingly stuck in this realm of utopia which is where I belong
My eyes are now open as I witness nature for its beauty is silent yet it can be overwhelming for the viewer to digest, The flittering of the Dragonfly's wings increases the ambiance as now the sun is beginning to set.
That chapter is now closed as the moon replaces the sun, illuminating a naive innocent light against my back as I return to where my journey once begun. I have now return to my peaceful state of mind, like wine it has appreciated over a distilling period of time. That smile, that smile, that smile has been radiating this whole time and that reflection is what I call Mine, Mine, Mine and lastly Mine.
- Your Smile