clouds
Description: some say that my head is in the clouds, but how could it not be when the clouds in my dreams are outlined by the lines of your smile and filled with the notes formed through echo of your laugh. I will happily find peace here for as long as you let me.
cloud
with you I feel all of my senses.
laying on freshly cut grass,
entangled in each other’s arms...
in a silence,
only interrupted by the rhythmic drum of our heartbeats
reaching through our compressed chests
like a call and response.
I feel no thoughts,
just the weight of every decision-
good or bad, big or small-
that led me to this moment
where I am lucky to be with you
to experience you,
to watch you grow.
It is a weight I will mold into
an easel and canvas
to paint a sign
that alerts my younger self
dreaming of this present, their future,
that we wouldn’t change a thing.
Because now we are in awe of how the soft, wispiness of your curls
forms the blueprint for the outline of the clouds above
when my eyes focus close.
And how your eyes must have taught
the sun how to emit warmth
for your radiance far transcends
the waves any star could make.
thank you for choosing me
each yesterday and today.