All Night and Day.

The wind blows through the long blades of green grass,
and her brown hair flutters in the breeze, as the sun beams down.
A horizon indistinguishable, as the field stretched on and on before them.
He ran his hands through her hair as she laid her head in his lap.
The white clouds drifted against the blue, blue sky and they whispered and giggled all afternoon.
The sun's light began to dwindle; the night's sky and it's stars took it's place.
He laid down beside her and she rested her head on his chest as he sang a soft lullaby.
With the scent of his cologne and the smell of her perfume blending to make a perfect aroma.
She closed her eyes knowing that nothing in the world could come between them.
The two fell asleep and rose in the morning so start the new day together,
care-free and inseparable, ready to conquer the world as a pair.

Simple Love.

A cute little romance.
A quirky, elegant little girl.
A quiet, curious little boy.
They share their hearts,
among everything else.

Amigos.

Like a leaf blower in the dead Autumn,
when the brown and dead leaves fall,
you bring it out to blow them off.
Like a snow plow in mid-December,
as the snow gets to thick, he comes out
and pushes and shovels it away.
Like the snipping scissors in the green Spring,
when dandelions fill your yard,
you bring them out to snip, snip, snip them away.
Like a bug light in the heat of the Summer,
as mosquitoes begin to bite your legs and arms,
you hang it up and they zap away.

Throughout the year, we use these tools
to rid ourselves of pesky problems,
but never do anything to rid yourself of friends.

With Me.

A tear rolled down my cheek today.
A worrisome thought drifted in my head.
The thought danced around in my brain
playing horrid scenarios like a film in my mind.
Scenes I wished could never come true, but
I knew they were all very possible.
That's when the leak in the levy gave,
and the flood waters broke through.
You brought me close, clutching me tight,
and built a dam by dismissing my insecurities.

Bulletin Board.

A cup labeled with a heart is full of thumbtacks.
A few of the thumbtacks are on a corkboard.
Holding up pictures of people, and places,
Words, phrases, and paragraphs.
A string hangs from a loose thumbtack with a ring around it.
The ring no longer holds a finger.
The trashbin sits below the corkboard.
Full of old things forgotten or that want to be.
When that thumbtack falls, the stringed ring will fall to the bottom.
Losing everything it ever stood for.
When that moment comes despair will be lifted from a heart.
Longing, and desire will disappear from a mind.
And a soul will be open to find a mate.

Come and Gone.

A blue sky and a breeze.

Suddenly it changes.

Whispering winds.

Whirling winds.

Wrathful winds.

The once blue sky was now twirling gray.

A vicious cyclone ruthlessly swept the land.

Wrathful winds.

Whirling winds.

Whispering winds.

It all goes calm.

A blue sky and a breeze.

Abandoned.

"If home is where the heart is, then why aren't you at home with me?"

Just an old and empty house,

One that burnt down long ago.

They tried to fix it up.

Instead it wound up in shambles,
and long forgotten.
A distant memory
of a grand, grand home.
Waiting for the day
someone comes along.
A new owner with a dream.
A dream to make this rusty place
a place of their own.
To make this place a home.