We have met once before.
You lined the sky.
Mostly with blue.
Sometimes with pastels.
You threw up clouds.  
Smiled translucent rays.
Exhale fresh of lavender fields.
Let me explore you.
Run through you like a field.
Embracing every grace me with your presence.
Soak into me with your intoxication.
Fill me up from every pour.
Step into this.
Get me lost.
Deep into your winding paths.
Pour out of me.
Spit love off my fingertips.
So I can touch things with true love.
Let me be something.
More than anything I want to be your something.
Filled up and dripping with acceptance.

A shiver down her spine, as the cold morning breeze grasps her tightly in its entirety, capturing her if only for a moment.

As the sun slowly starts to make its appearance from below the ground, the warmth trickles her skin, the pleasure of nature embossed in such little details.

She brushes off the leaves caught in her flowing black hair, one to give off a hue of immaculate brilliance, pleasing to the soul and the eye.

She takes each step at a time, one stride to make a difference, and with each one of em, the ground trembles in silent, yet willful submission.

The radiance of a tan, her tone and color, not enough to outshine the glisten in her eyes, not enough to paint a better palate of colors that describes the brown of her eyes.

And she stoops down to kiss the flowers, welcome the saplings into a world of strife, gently stroking a leaf, to almost as if it lets out a sigh.

The Lady in the Garden, with her flowing hair, and toned skin entwined with lust and innocence, she stands by the rose bed, awaiting *the gentle winds and rays of the sun to carry her off into the low hanging horizon, spelling many adventures and journeys unknown.

take pictures. walk to the drug store on a crisp summer night
and buy one of those old cheap cameras. carry it like you would a child.
when you smile, genuinely, take a photo. when you feel that warm touch of the sun on your face
and the wind tangling your hair into knots, take a photo. every moment
is so precious. keep these pictures until you are seventy three
and barely remember the names of the faces you once pressed your lips to.
keep them until "film" is an unknown word.

when love is coarsing fast through your veins,
wrap your hands around the source. squeeze tighter, don't stifle your breath. don't let
your words drop like anchors down your throat. don't let the world tell you
that you're not enough. love is love. it is not a hand on your thighs or the shaking afterwards.
it is not purchased in pink giftwrap. it is whatever you make it. and even though
it may not last forever, you can only pretend that
this will be the last time you ever touch. love infinitely and exhaustively.

never let anyone's opinions or decisions
put a halt to the pursuit of your own happiness. you
are the creator of this life that you own. you were born with so much potential and so much passion
that it floods out of you like rainwater. destroy the drought. you are free to be anything
you could ever dream of, and more. there are always second chances; every moment
you feel is a failiure is only a lesson in a perilous disguise. if you are sad,
do not drown yourself in your own despair. do not douse yourself
in liquor. do not keep secrets packed away in dimly lit corners. someone loves you.
I love you. there is hope in even the places that seem forlorn.

above all else, live every day as if it is your only.
take chances.
take chances.
take chances.
never pass up on an opprotunity due to fear. you may
slip up and make a faulty choice. but in the end, your heaviest regrets
will be not getting into that car. not kissing the girl with the beautiful blonde hair.
not hugging someone goodbye, or calling them to tell them you love them in the peak of morning.
every second is more precious than money can label.
stop dragging yourself from the grasp of your sheets when you wake with a sigh- rise even earlier
to see the lavender sky and smile because you're alive and every single **** day
is a novel anxiously awaiting to be scribbled down. grab his hand
and squeeze it tighter. hold her hips and memorize their shape. never let go. ask questions.
push yourself. live.

Lights forgive a certain gloom deep inside
Standing under the sun, I hear the command undone.
But when I look up to it, I feel the hurt within
Too much of something has always been bad.

Rusted tears fall from my eyes,
Pleading to let go of the diabolic deeds of days bygone.
The more I try to bury it within,
The lesser the effort it takes to remember them again.

Dreamers sit by the banks of a river,
Looking out at the valleys, as the grey clouds settle in.
My mind awash with a million thoughts of betrayal
The destruction of a broken soul slowly starts to kick in.