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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.
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.