Portrait

 

Your portrait

so perfect

cotton mixes with blue,

urging me to offer up

humble thanks to you.

 

The shapes, the hues, tiny shells

each detail speaks to me.

Standing in your portrait,

I begin again.

I breathe.

 

You brush the waves across the sand

and gently touch my face,

with a wind so soft, but awakening

and leaving in its trace

 

The need to rid myself of words

held dormant in a heavy soul.

In awe of you, hope sparks within,

running from head to toe.

 

Inside a breathing portrait

you’ve left me in a state.

I have to try to share this sensation,

To live, be bold, create.

 

I’ll proclaim your love,

I’ll tell a story

of a girl who I once knew.

She covered her ears when you spoke to her,

too stubborn to believe the truth.

 

She’d lost her way,

wounded, angry

She wouldn’t let you near.

But the rescuer, you held on tight

as she danced in the dark for years.

 

Tried and tested

she fell and fell again,

but you were always there.

Yet words don’t suffice to try to explain

a love to which nothing compares.

 

You are the one,

the only one,

who could communicate these emotions.

No words are needed; your portrait conveys it,

you use the sky, the sand, the oceans.

 

So I’ll walk away,

humble, yet brimming

with these words I must put to paper.

I’ll probably fail, but I’ll try to express it,

the awesomeness of our creator.

 

The ocean roars, reaching my ears

with the promise of a home up above.

Sand on my feet, sun on my skin,

I’m filled with gratitude for your love.

 

It’s time to go, words to write,

a purpose you’ve given to me.

I’ve been standing in your portrait,

I’ll begin again.

I’m free.

 

 

Whisper

 

Whisper

 

Won’t you whisper the words my soul needs to hear?

Put everything aside,

the stress,

and come near.

 

Tell me I’m yours

like you did years ago

when you cautioned, protected

if someone came too close.

 

Tell me I’m pretty

there’s no one but me.

It’s petty, I know it

just say something please.

 

Hold me so close

I can’t hardly breathe.

Close the distance between us,

say something sweet.

 

I don’t care if you don’t mean it

You know what to say.

Try to remember that time

far away.

 

Nothing could stop you from grabbing me tight

we were younger, impatient

unwearied by life.

 

I’m older and different

in some ways, it’s true.

But that girl is still there

and still in love with you.

 

So put down the phone,

the people, your list.

Don’t walk away.

Just give me a kiss.

 

Don’t hesitate.

Put your lips to my ear,

and whisper the words

my soul needs to hear.