Like sun
kissing upon petals
sparking up
the colors of my soul
from within
your attention
and devotion
feeds my soul
and leaves me
breathless.
I love you.
Sometimes
they are not
so easily seen
but whisper in the darkness
a layer of shadow
lying beneath
the visible shade.
Then the light shines
and the show up
in stark relief
visible
even when trying to hide.
Insecurity is my shadow. Whether it is the “never good enough” insecurity or the “unapproachable and distant” insecurity or… any of various others. They are all a whisper in the darkness. They hide and lurk, shift in the peripheral, out of sight and out of mind until the light shifts… and they are then seen.
The pitter patter
of water drops
and smell of moisture
in the air
as the world is
washed clean
and refreshed
anew
as each bit of green
gets a small
and cooling sip.
I miss the rain. The sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it, the taste of it. I miss it all. I love it all, and with summer upon us and in the clutches of a heat wave? I miss the rain so very much.