the allure of peach hues
leaves of seasons past, remain in view
sleek limbs rooted somewhere deep
symbolic of what I need, yet
find within myself, confusing, I know
simple answer, he must be wiser
i’m left terrified for him
and okay inside my mind alone
I miss the pure beauty,
of effortless beginnings,
a motion born of true love.
Possibilities ignore all yielding,
rushing to move through quickly,
and encouraging even the bleakest,
of futile opportunities, for serendipity.
life with you
seemingly simple
come to me
views surround
our wandering eyes
follow me
take my hand
fantasy leading
I am yours
