You are a ray of sunlight.
No matter how deeply
I hate the heat
Nor how much I yearn for darkness,
I need to be engulfed.
You're the rain.
Clearing the world of poisons,
And soothing my tempers.
I need to be cleansed.
You are a poofy, white cloud.
You interrupt my strolls,
So I can pause I watch the way
You slowly make your way.
I need to be fascinated.
You, my dearest, are a star.
I see you so often;
In the darkness I yearn for,
In the black blanket of the night,
And so frequently in my dreams.
I reach for you each time.
But you are too far.
And alas, I am still an observer,
Longing for your touch.
I need YOU.
YOU ARE READING
A Tiny Works of Poetry
Poetrysometimes, one needs a form of expression. I prefer painting, but poetry is a woderous thing that needs more attention. ··· all are welcome to read these little snippets, and, if desired, share some thoughts.
