When You are with Me

Play with me in the water,

Lay with me by the sea.

Let’s walk on the sand and wait for the waves, as the tide to comes in.

The sun will set and the air will grow colder,

But when your with me, the cold will not matter.

We will walk hand in hand,

Watching out for crabs in the sand.

We will collect rocks and shells,

There will be so many that our pockets will overfill.

We can pack a picnic and feed the the leftovers to the seagulls,

When you are with me, the days will never, so we can just walk the sandy beaches forever, at peace, hand in hand.

-M.

Magic of the Sunrise

There is a special kind of magic, one that is only in the early hours of the day.

There is silence then slowly, taking its place, there comes this beautiful choir of life.

As the sun begins to rise, a wild magic starts to arrive.

The birds start singing, the branches start to wave and all of a sudden, its a new day.

Everything feels good.

Everything feels fresh.

It seems like anything is possible, oh this, this is the magic of the sunrise.

A new day.

-M.

Watching as You Drifted Away

Did you know that I was watching?

I was watching you as you drifted away.

You got on that boat and just like that you were gone, oh how I wish you could have stayed.

I couldn’t sit at home, as your side of the bed felt like the morning chill.

Your warmth had left with you.

All I could hear was the silence of the unmoving air.

Though, I could smell you, it was like you were still here.

Your aftershave stuck around, the scent seemed to be dancing in the air.

It was taunting me, my eyes wanted to fill up with tears.

As your scent was lingering, my body was trembling, holding back so many fears.

You left a sweater, so I put it on, hoping it would help me feel some comfort with you being gone.

I decided to follow your missing shadows, they had followed you when you left, in the early morning hours.

I wandered down to the docks, hoping to catch one last glimpse.

The sun was beginning to rise, it glowed a bright orange, with a background of a cobalt blue sky, a blue that reminded me of your deep wise eyes.

There was no telling which of those moving shadows was yours, I was longing to see into the depths of those deep blue eyes once more.

I felt the tears begin to well up, as I began to realize, there was probably not going to be another chance to say goodbye.

I will wait for you, my dear.

I will wait for you, right here.

Please stay safe, and when you’re done, please come home to me, please return to me from that wide open sea.

Until then, I will be waiting, wearing your sweater and hoping to, once again, feel the warmth of you.

I will wait for you.

-M.

Walking to Find You

I’ve been walking for a long time – trying to find you.

I’d continue on, barefoot, waiting and searching, just to be with you.

So many miles, so many hills, I’ve searched.

There were many mountains I didn’t think I could climb.

When I found the summits, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

You were there, always with me.

I felt your presence, though it was not always so easy.

Winds tried to knock me down.

Storms blew by and I’d fall down, not sure if I could keep climbing up the hills.

Though, I knew one day I would find you.

I knew one day, we would meet.

I knew one day it would be easier.

One day it would all come together.

– M.

The Edge of the Sea

I followed you to the edge of the sea.

The waters splashed upon my face and I called for you.

You had left me long ago, yet still I tried to find you.

Into the sea I went, but the waves lifted me back up and rested me upon the shore.

I waited, unsure of where to go, cold and lonely, lost and yearning, I waited.

-M.

Timeless

Your presence, it grounded me, yet it also gave me wings.

You were far, yet you felt so near.

I saw your scars and felt your tears.

Your energy was freeing, it made me feel like I was riding on the waves.

You were new to me, yet your timeless beauty and wise old soul was like nothing I had ever seen.

How did you lose so much of yourself?

Over time, I guess we all do.

It feels like through many ages, that I have known you, yet it has been only minutes, and hours, not even a day, not just yet.

You stand there, by the waves, feeling it all, taking it all in.

I am so astounded by you.

There is so much to learn from you.

Now I keep finding myself wondering, where I would have gone, what I would have done, had I not taken that chance.

Yet, here we are, so close, yet still so far away.

-M.

Healing You

I feel your pain, it beckons for me to find you and help you heal.

You have been tortured, you’ve been cut down.

You no longer feel the abundance of what you once were.

You feel your life is not your own.

I see you.

I’m here.

I will place my hands upon you and heal you

In time you will grow and be abundant once more.

-M.

Love Songs

Love can be whatever you want it to be.

It can be a mystery, or a sweet storybook fantasy.

Love is said to be patient and kind, but it can also feel sticky and bitter at times.

We want so badly to be in love, yet sometimes that is not as a simple as the words above.

Love can be whatever you want it to be.

Do you want it to be like a sweet lullaby?

It really is such a mystery.

Love is challenging, love is deep.

Love can be whatever you want it to be.

We always hope it will be easy.

You trust and give and lose so much sleep,

Yet, so easily, it can be lost like a ship at sea.

Though, it is okay, for there will always will be more love songs to play,

And once again, you can fall asleep while counting all of those fence jumping sheep, just hoping, one day, you can find your love again.

Love can be whatever you want it be…

So, what will it be?

-M.

Waiting for You

I waited for you, then I decided to search for you.

For years I looked.

For years I tried.

I finally found you, but it wasn’t the right time.

You wanted to come to me, but you just weren’t quite ready.

Its okay.

I will wait for you.

I can keep waiting, until the time is right, until you are ready.

Until then, I will be watching the sunrise and set, walking along the beaches, feeling the breeze, wishing you were here with me.

Until we meet again, I will hold you dearly, in my memory.

-M.

Beauty of the Light

Can we just pretend like darkness doesn’t exist?

That only light and beauty are what we are encompassed with?

Darkness seems to take over so much of the light.

When darkness comes, sometimes its hard to remember the light.

The beauty of the light is so immensely overwhelming.

The beauty of the light can sometimes be hypnotizing.

Surely we could not exist without the balance of the darkness and the light, but when we see the glow of that beautiful light, it really can make one wonder, what it would be like, a world full of light.

-M.