when he becomes
more than just a dream,
my heart will beat
the sound of a thousand drums
my soul will ache
with the clinching of needy fists
my mind will race
towards a feminine understanding,
and butterflies will
make sense again.
their existence
somehow unbelievable,
until then.
curvy in multiple places
my soft spots will be
a favorite
twilight peeking through
i do wish to be with you
I watch the doves dip and weave
Chasing one another,
Yet I grieve
For a life I’ve dreamt about
Since I was a child,
In a grey, aging, house
There were giggles
And four children the cause,
Despite their loss
Of the everyday normalcy
Of Mom being near,
Nothing making sense, life unclear
If love exists, breathes, you say
Will it fulfill my wish,
Not run – at the top of my list
So sovereign Cardinals in my view
Standing watch, yearning
Might keep me from melancholy.
Today, as the sun shines, so that I might see
It is my hope, a continuous hopeful
Dream,
You’ve settled into your day,
Thoughts bringing you closer
To peace,
So your nights offer you moments of
Clarity,
As sleep takes you where you want to be.
to fall sleep
believing
in tomorrow,
is how he prefers me
and so I do,
prepared.
she would guard him
through the night, devoted
and into every storm
knowing she belonged there, too
my fear is
I’m not suppose to write,
with want in my eyes
my worry lasts
until you’ve smoothed it away,
I’ll wait, forever and a day
