I catch myself smiling
when I grab just a glimpse
of the rest my life
in only an instant.
I can almost hear the music playing
as I wait for your arrival.
A tear-shedding moment
is sure to follow.
I can almost see your reflection
on the train window,
as we soar throughout
the world around us.
I can almost hear you laughing
as you decorate the dinner table,
with a glass of wine,
as you watch me create.
I can almost transcribe
the late-night conversations
about everything that we’ve done
and all that lies ahead.
I can almost hear your calming tone
reminding me to breathe
while I work away at editing
the final scene.
I can almost see
the children playing
in the backyard as they
spin around endlessly.
I can almost see myself waking up
beside your body,
with love in our hearts,
hand in hand.
There I was,
without all that I have learned.
It’d be too hard
to head back now.
Spoiled silly
with late night laughs
and pretty eyes that never waiver
when I find them.
And you don’t know
how lucky I feel
to awake in a fairy tale
every day.
And you don’t know how
amazing this all is,
to know everything
is going to be okay.
Actually, I think you do.
The moon is glorious,
almost full tonight.
It brings the winds that float
among the palm tree leaves.
The most peaceful sound
in the most peaceful light.
A surreal blend of stars
and clear purple skies.
The temperature is cool
atop this second story balcony,
but I’ve lucked out
with your warm embrace tonight.
A month has passed
but our love was stated from the start.
I’m looking forward to many more
celestial nights with you.
Excuse me while I’m honest,
to anyone who’s listening.
I’m powerfully unforgiving
about just how you make feel.
I need you once I leave you.
My world spins in peace.
Your look allures me.
Your presence lets me breathe.
Now I’m scarily attached
to your bloom-like charm
and your will to laugh.
Wondrously warm.
Silently reciprocated,
our hearts sync like clocks,
brain waves mirror thoughts.
I’m an addict to this love.
I drive reminiscent
of the moment that’s just happened.
Remind yourself your lucky,
that this really is all happening.
Soak it in tonight,
like you do the morning stars.
The luckiest of all the men
to know you’ve found your one.
I love the way your lips move
and the way you seem to laugh
when you smile over my way,
you make my heart collapse,
and melt onto the floor.
My nerves, they jump and dance.
Our story, years in the making,
of course it’s going to last.
So take my hand and follow,
I want to show you all
the lands and planets, stars alike,
the universe around.
Listen slightly
to the rain drops falling
onto the rooftop
under cold purple skies.
Darkness is upon us,
and the train roars,
as the city sirens
flow between the buildings.
You can feel the peace
one drop at a time,
while the moon hides
behind the clouds tonight.
And I look at you and wonder
how you’ve been brought to me.
Fate now believed by a man
who never believed in destiny.
I fall into my mattress
and slide under the blankets
to my favorite sound
of rain collapsing.
Just hours after leaving,
I miss you some more.
Your silent smiles.
That laugh I adore.
And somewhere in this valley,
my love is resting,
while I’m peacefully awaiting
her return.
Back in my presence,
back under the rain.
Let’s fall into slumber,
back in my bed.
Pretty and silent,
you’re all your own;
I fall in a second.
Bright eyes glance up
and I freeze;
unable to retreat.
I know what I have
when I’m feeling it;
the luckiest one.
I know what I am
when I’m holding her:
luckier than you.