And so I stand under this cloudless sky
with my arms stretched as far as they can go…
Spinning myself around until I’m as breathless as the day we met.
There need not be reason…
brushing against our intertwined silhouettes.
There need not be explanation…
emerging from our feverish lips.
There need not be any afterthoughts…
mingling around our scene of passionate disarray.
There need only be the desire to capture you as you did me…
a graceful shock of electric fervor.
A single glance that shook me to a halt.
With eyes that bright, you must have been dining on stars.
You have brought to me…sweet disorder.
Tucked beneath a whirlwind of welcomed chaos.
You have brought to me…a fire inside.
Ignited each time your eyes brush over my silhouette.
Each time your smile illuminates even the darkest skies.
And sometimes I wonder…if you know that such a striking pleasure captures me, that I exist as a victim of your indefinable allure.
And even amidst the tormenting desire, your touch reminds me that the rose and thorn thrive in their own little universe without explanation, without cares…only with sweet disorder.
The fierce tides have nothing on me.
Not the choppy waters,
Not the rise and fall of the crushing waves,
Not the deviant currents.
I’d push the tides aside,
I’d calm the feisty ripples,
I’d smooth the waves until they resembled glass,
I’d lasso the rush of the undertow.
If controlling an ocean that separates us is all it takes to be wrapped in your arms tonight…
Then the sea has nothing on me.
Something lingered among the breeze that night…
as we sat side by side, an audience to the reflection on the water.
The clouds were eavesdropping.
The palm trees leaned in for a glimpse.
A certain blanket of calmness wrapped around me with every word you spoke.
I knew then…
that I could listen to your soothing voice until you ran out of breath,
even if it was a lifetime later.
And I knew then…
that even though we would soon be worlds apart,
you were all that my eyes would ever see.
Sometimes you catch yourself in a moment, that really isn’t yours at all. You are there, a witness to something beautiful…a bystander.
A delicate shadow, draped amidst the memories formed by the intertwined emotions of others. And it can be wonderful. And it can overwhelm you. And it can catapult your mind into a new breed of fresh air you never knew existed.
And if in that very moment the sun sets for the last time…
And the moon shimmers over a sea of serendipity…
And the rain trickles down from the sky, with its only purpose to quench your desire for a life that emits immeasurable passion…
That is when you know that you have truly lived.
All I want out of my life is to be able to lay my head down each night knowing I am a good person.
All I want is to make a difference in the lives of others and have the ability to show them just how special they are, no matter what their circumstances may be.
All I want is to light up a room as I enter. To ignite joy and laughter in the hearts of those searching for the easement of pain.
All I want is to feel loved in a way that rivals the pages of even the greatest fairytales. To be someone’s everything…to be their ONLY thing.
All I want is to be the woman I know I already am. A woman with a heart big enough to share, brave enough to trust in the hands of another, and strong enough to never be completely broken.