My world changes it’s rhythm
with the change in the tides
that wash over your face
The butterflies go wild
in the times of plight
when we are away
Like a flower I wait
for you to rain
on my being
I miss you
and smile too
as if it’s a good thing
For life with you is more petals than thorns
blanket of compassion to keep me warm
while we float on clouds like gods
So when the pangs pinch
my soul deep and sweet
of being away in a way or two
The silly poet in me rejoices
for he has momentous peril to go through
be it for a moment (and thankfully so)
For two moments are too much
unfathomable, truth be told
to be apart from your heart
And the poet takes on the challenge
of this journey through time to
reach back and tickle your soul.
T