When I look at you,

I often wonder

about the world

in your mind…

I know

its colors

are unlike anything

I’ve ever seen before.

I know

its trees

are perhaps more

than endless pine.

I wonder

how your hope smells

on rainy days

and if your dreams dance

on floating clouds

like ballerina figurines.

I wonder

if its rivers

dance

to your laugher

and if its mountains

taste like snow cones

of your kindness.

I wonder

about the storms too…

I wonder 

if you get cold,

alone

in the rain.

I do.

So, if our worlds might collide

I’ll be sure and bring an umbrella,

but only one…

Because,

to be honest,

I just want to sit next to you

and make silly jokes

about how storm clouds

look like cotton candy

in the dark,

and to remind you,

that somewhere beyond the grey

the sun will rise

the flowers will bloom

and the moon will forgive and forget.

I would battle the wind for you

so that I might

brush the hair

from your face

myself.

Because,

the warmth of your smile

brings color to my eyes

and the sound of your voice

reminds my heart

that there is a reason

for its music

I know…

Maybe tomorrow you’ll sail away,

and I’ll wave to you from the shore.

Maybe we’ll cry,

and someday forget…

But,

I’m not afraid of tomorrow

when I hold your hand

today.

Time will stop for us

and forget

its own existence

when we kiss.

I often wonder

about the world

in your mind

I know its beauty

is unlike anything

I’ve ever seen.

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