She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind … Continue reading
A day at the park
And we talked for 8 hours straight
A day at the park and I couldn’t take the smile off my face
A day spent by his side
And I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much
A day looking into his eyes and couldn’t help but see a spark
A day in his company
And I felt happy, for the first time in a long time
A day at his side
And I never felt more alive
It was just a day in the park
But I can’t get it out of my head
It was just a few hours with a friend
But I can’t pretend I didn’t feel it might be the beginning of something.
But I must have been wrong because after our day in the park, I never heard from him much.
So much for thinking, it may have been love.
I don’t know your name, your age, your race or the dimensions of your face.
I’m not sure whether you’re a man, a woman, the wind or energy.
I don’t know if you run as deep as the sea or if you’re as small as a seed.
I’m not sure where you are but I feel you within me.
Because every time the wind blows I feel you caress me.
At night when I feel alone,
I look up at the moon and see light shimmer and I know it’s you.
And sometimes, I can even hear you in my head.
And that’s when I know, God is everything.
Looking at it now I don’t even know your last name.
I have no idea where you live, or the name of the company you told me you worked for.
I really know nothing about you but the exchange of small talk, smiles, chuckles and the way your lips felt against mine.
I have lived a thousand lives, in countless forms and numerous spaces in this vast universe.
I have died with honor, I have killed a crime of passion, I have been an addict and a queen.