pink & blue

No Pale Shades

We belong to no pale shades

No beige or drab tan

No plain white or black

Our love is bright red & hot pink

Like the warm kisses that never stop

Our love flows sea green & deep blue

Like our eyes locked on one another

Our love glows yellow & gold

Like our sun blazing summer surrender.

I love you on beige days, the tan, white, and black

But we belong to no pale shades.

Life can be so much

But you make it all okay

Stolen Time

I want to steal your mornings

While the sleep's still in your eyes

Us each only half awake, tangled together, unsure still yet if we are real or if this love could be just a sweet dream.

I want to steal your afternoons

Sharing lunch near the window

Moments of nothing that mean everything, the ordinary so extraordinary, and never a smile taken for granted.

I want to steal your late nights

The darkness like a blanket wrapped around our warm embrace

The moon & stars gleaming with envy, jealous, so jealous they could never shine so brightly as the glimmer of your gaze.

Darling,

I want you at your most mundane,

And I will stand in awe of you at your monumental.

I want you at your purest bliss

And I will shelter you through the hurts you are unsure you will survive.

I want you in the innocence of morning

Where we feel lucky to be alive again and look ever forward to the future.

I want you in the slowness of afternoon,

Where we are steady and secure under the soft hum of the radio as it pulls our day along.

And darling,

I want you even in the most fearful night,

Where we make peace with the hours before and protect each other from the shadows.

My darling,

The shadows can never take me because you glow in the dark.

The shadows will never touch you because your light flows in me.

Take me to places where there's you,

There is nowhere more important to be.

Take me to where the clocks don't move,

Where time remains frozen just for us.

We always have two or three goodbye kisses, not just one.

It shows the world

That in all the mornings, afternoons and late nights

It can't just pull us apart so easily.

We always have two or three hello kisses too, never just one,

Because it shows the world

That every morning, afternoon, and late night

We are thankful it brought us together again,

Closer than the jealous moon & stars

The ordinary all now so extraordinary,

I can't say them aloud just yet

But your ears have heard these whispered words, a soft, silent secret passed onto you in sleep

Can you hear me?

I don't want you to go one more day without hearing that I love you.

I want to scream it so loud that it drowns out the noise of the world.

Can you hear me?

Your safety matters more than what my eager heart wants

So for now it stays a whisper echoed only in sleep,

A sweet, soft, silent secret your subconscious can know

I will tell you in the darkness

if i'm not willing to risk it all for love, what would i be willing to risk it all for?

sunshine blue,

why are the poems all still about you?

your sunshine was blue

but i'm trapped in the black sky

swallowing me.

i always knew i recognized you

and i know

something in you recognized me too

there is a red string

that connects certain people.

in chinese folklore: "the thread may stretch or tangle with time and distance, but it will never break."

my dreams won't let me forget you.

it may just have to be enough

to love you from afar

right person, wrong time?

a soul connection?

but it can't be.

i never recovered from you.

i can't have you in this life...

for all i know you've forgotten me by now

you may not even recognize my face in a crowd

i may have meant nothing,

but if i can't have you in this life

i hope someone loves you as much as in my dreams

i cannot have you in this life

but i hope the vibration of my heart still reaches you

i cannot have you in this life

but maybe i will find you

Have you ever wondered how many ants you've stepped on?

Casually walking through life

The power of "you"

"You"

The one whose eyes give me chills

The "you" who is unlike any other "you"

The word means so much more when it's

i dream of you in decades,

moments & minutes

days & weeks & years lost

washed away by the clock that reluctantly moves on without us,

yet the small ripple in time that set our paths to cross

slashes into me still

fresh and bleeding,