seeing you tonight
seems as likely as
talking to death
on heaven street,
and seeing
aurora borealis
in antarctica.
but sometimes
I like to look out
my window,
and hear the birds
harmonize as they chirp,
the trees doing a salsa
to the whistle of the breeze.
and I think about how
love doesn't know time or distance,
and that one day we'll be
in each other's arms,
watching the same birds sing
and the same trees dance.
.
[to whoever is reading this: it's best to look on the positive side of things.]
YOU ARE READING
cloud nine
Poetry❝you are my cloud nine.❞ [a collection of poetry and prose in verse- its sole purpose to make that wonderful smile of yours appear.]