Poems

Grapes (This has nothing to do with grapes)

If she were a bird she would be a swan
swimming beautifully in the clear blue waters of a pond

Or she would be an elk or deer
trodding and galloping gracefully through the tree covered woods

As a deer she would explore the beautiful nature surrounding her, tall trees, rocks and leaves. Nothing around as dazzling or alluring as her.

Or as a swan she would play in a pond, gliding over the water easily, bewitching all those who gazed upon her.

Her smooth white feathers and persona leaving on lookers awestruck

If she where a color she would be a beautiful green or delicate purple

She is a galaxy

She is an abandoned library overtaken by plants and animals

She is the forest in the early morning when the leaves are glistening with the suns light

She is a mystery but so familiar

She is all good memories none bad

She is stunning

But she is gone

Living a life that I'm not even the least bit apart of

I want to see her but I fear I won't be able to do that

I miss her