To this day, this is my most favorite piece that I’ve written, and one of the most important. Truthfully, the poem wasn’t finalized for over a year, and the second part at the end added even longer than that. The person that inspired this piece inspired more than just my writing, they inspired me in almost every way. Not to be dramatic, but knowing them altered the course of my life, in a good way thank God, and I have never been the same since. I am grateful to them for that, even if we do not know each other in the same way anymore.
Enjoy!
Most love is like running on sand,
You rarely catch stable footing.
Once you fall, the waves continue to come.
With each waves kiss, your breath taken away.
Without air to fill you, pain takes its place with pleasure.
Maybe you find your way from the sea, crawling to the sand and you sit to stare at the night sky.
You notice it’s bright with every color, and you wonder, who adds color to the sky?
Is it a God? Is it science? Is it you, as you stare and wish to get lost in it?
You don’t want to find out otherwise, maybe this picture is perfect.
But maybe, it’s nothing of a likeness.
Love is like describing why the sky is bright, you can’t be the only one to sit and wonder why it isn’t us who paints the day saying goodbye.
Sometimes it feels like the dead of night, sleeping with lies the light didn’t show. Halfway kisses and being held loosely, or when two hands don’t feel right to touch.
Love makes the night hide and the world beyond the sky more vibrant,
Or maybe it makes us colorblind.
And yet, if love makes us colorblind, I want never to see clearly again.
So sit with me, and look up. For it is us who adds color to the sky. We will lay awake and paint it together.
I will kiss you fully, hold you tightly, we will find a home in our held hands and the waves won’t take us down.
Our colors may change, but they will never fade, and now to see clear has a whole new meaning.
A Series of Observations 