Some to write about

I will know the day I meet her
this stranger that is meant for me
Conversations with her
will be a easy as drinking water
and as interesting as a summer day

I will feel in my hands a warmth
that seems to belong there
as if were as normal
as my breath

Her laughter will be long and easy
bright and light on my ears
Her smile will slight and mischievous
speaking a language without words

I know she is out there
somewhere
On foot or on a bike
a surf board or snow board
something to do with gliding

She will read these words
and say to a friend
I wonder if this guy is
talking about me
I better give him something else
to write about if he writes this well
about dream

I Miss You

'I miss you'
Are words that are simply said
and so deeply felt

'I need you'
Are words that fall to the floor
like so many petals
when your not here
to hear them

The ticking of the clock
promises and denies
you touch
Yet even time knows
it must eventually lose to love

So, for now
I will reach out my hands
to capture from the wind all
the kisses you have blown to me

I will wrestle them
from the invisible hands
that hold them
For even the wind wants
to love your every aspect
and wonder

To Love

To love is to chance
To care is to dare
much
To become as fragile
as a newborn snowflake
falling into a uncertain
future

Time

Time

Time stretches out before me

like a naked lover

Slowly

Fluidly telling me

to take notice

to pay heed to this moment

created by her, for me

Too quickly this might change

Too soon this will turn

softly to the past