Thinking of You

Poem

Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

Soft things floating in my dreams,

My heart still bursting at the seams.

The sun sits halfway down the sky.

Why was it so hard to look you in the eye?

Afraid of what you may see,

Lurking deep inside of me.

 

I scooped you up and held you in my arms,

Perhaps believing I possessed some charm.

That river inlet so beautiful and clean,

Little droplets glistening against our skin, a kind of sheen.

The roar of crashing water lay ahead,

Creating a sense of comfort like my bed.

A rope hangs from a tree,

And the water is growing cold as can be.

 

We feel the power of the waterfall,

A vivid memory brought to life as I recall.

We duck our heads beneath the overhanging rock.

Now it is just us, alone against the clock.

 

I felt the pressure of the moment ease,

But will I ever be able to make peace?

With all the things I wish I could have said.

Of course, it drives me mad within my head!

 

The chance to kiss you there beneath the sound and fury of water,

It was fear who told me not to bother.

But this moment with you still remains,

I try to look back fondly and not complain.

 

A friendship that will forever last,

Even though it's true I am an ass.

We haven't talked in several hundred years,

A fact that always brings me to tears.

 

I will always love you from afar,

Kind of like the way I watch the stars.

Although so far away they shed their light,

Breaking up the darkness, oh so bright.

 

We sat alone; it was just us two.

I reached for your foot; it was so smooth.

My fingers danced along your wrinkled sole,

A playful touch which didn’t have a goal.

You cut this moment short with quick rebuke,

I hoped my touch wouldn’t make you want to puke.

 

How could I ever hope to hide my love?

It seems that I will always place you above

the flowers, sunset, ocean, and the stars.

It’s true that you have left a scar.

 

Coffee in the backyard of my parent’s place.

Your presence turned that lawn into a sacred space.

We passed that glass back and forth,

a kind of ritual of sorts.

Coughing out and laughing to the rising sun.

I surely could have prevented being shunned.

 

You’ve grown into a mother and a wife.

You’ll always be the most beautiful woman in my life.