Glory of Love

 It's noon and the sun is at its peak for the day.

The sun is shining high above the earth.

Kissing the hilltop I am resting and had found refuge on.

The sun's rise provides me with warmth,

though the warmth and rest weren't what I set out to find.

The clouds are big and full

painted almost like artwork on the wide blue sky.

The sweet summer wind blows

making shapes in the clouds

creating entertainment for those who'll watch it.

Gale blows holding birds by the wing

from place to place almost like a nurturing mother

holding the hand of her child

making sure they're safe.

The birds are singing.

Melodies their own form of communication, but to me nature puts on a live orchestra,

the trees appear to dance to the music,

blades of grass almost look like wind chimes.

As I lay in a bed made from grass and dandelions,

I did not set out for a bed to lay down on,

I did not set out to attend a live concert or

an art gallery today.

For today

upon this hilltop

my soul awaits eagerly.

Time is ticking down

as the day passes me by,

lingering here and there,

keeping me company

like an old friend

before going on their way.

But this company

does not achieve my goals.

This company

is not what I've been waiting to find.

It only reminds me of what I want.

For before you

finally arrived

there would have been 

No One

who's worth the motionless and shallow wait.

My heart destined

for the one,

the only one.

You, my love is

a glorious summer sunbeam

to my heart

that's been trapped

in winter by the world.

For to you, I'm a plant

that needs your natural affection to exsist.

As I absorb

the water and the light

of your love

I blossom like a sunflower and dance

with gratitude to you,

because of you

I will never wither.

Everything I show

weakness in,

you show strength,

while in retrospect

I am your mirror opposite

showing strength in

the reflection of your weakness.

Therefore we make each other whole.

Upon this pleasant day

I lay awake in this bed of dandelion quietly and full of excited ponder

for you gracefully ready for your arrival.

And yet

I have still to bloom, but

when I finally see you

my heart will flutter

almost as if a butterfly taking off for the first time.

For as we fly in the heavens, above the darkness and the gloomy clouds

that casts mischievous shadows upon the earth.

We'll see nothing, but beauty

When I look into your eyes,

the gental twilight twinkling like stars will set my soul and I free.

For the might I just be,

might just be allowed to live and thrive above restrictive expectations.