Weathered Wood
Weathered Wood, February 20, 2004, JFA
How beautiful,
How fragile.
What a moment.
So supple,
So innocent,
Pondering your look,
Your stare,
Your gaze,
What do you dare think?
Your mind dreams and my mind pitches.
I pitch into the deepest part of your being.
Swirl in the air,
Conversation surrounds,
You center my thoughts,
And fix my mind.
I am the pleasure prisoner.
Captive.
In you.
Mesmerized.
I love, forever.
I am drawn to you,
You are my light,
Suffer me death,
But let me rest in you.
Life is always filled with uncertainty.
There is danger in the unsure.
But, love with you is constant.
I am compelled,
To write my love of you.
In you,
I am.
I am inspired,
I am created,
I am loved,
I am found, in you.
For months I wondered, in our quest.
We loved, in every day.
We have traveled,
Been lost,
And found,
In love.
Upon the cliffs of Superior,
Lost in the sand.
You and me,
With a beer.
You and me,
Hand in hand.
Your eyes are;
Constant,
Captivating,
A mystery.
Lost in your look,
Found in your arms.
You are everything to me.
I am stacked,
I am driftwood.
On the beach,
Your footsteps,
In the sand,
Find me where I lay.
You touch my weathered wood,
You wondered where I have been,
And how I have come to you,
Here on the shore,
On the beach.
Alone on the beach,
You sit with me,
Your fingers fumble,
On water’s weep,
Your soul touches me.
Deep.
Your fingers,
Are
In
Me.
February 20, 2004, Caribou Coffee, Royal Oak, with Teri in mind.
