Is it alright with you that I think of you often? I can’t help how you climb trees inside my head. You’re always there, so maybe you’ll always be. It seems you want to stay.
I’ve captured you there. Like the beauty. Among the roses & the wildflowers, you were the wind above all the otherness.
Is it alright with you that I write of you often? My paper falls in love with you. You look so lovely in words. You look so lovely intertwined among my poetry.
I’ve written down the color of your eyes on a small slip of paper which I keep close to me in the pocket of my jeans. & when the world seems so blue I take it out & am reminded of how blue can be beautiful too.
Is it alright that I dream little dreams of you? The night finds me awake at the deepest of hours, 3 am when the world settles the pulse of the nervous lover. The moon has told me how lovely you look in my thoughts cast in its own light. The moon stirs your sleep because it’s true you sleep less when there is someone to think of you.
To speak deeply among the summer’s sounds with you would be a privilege & a pleasure, because my nights are nothing but little dreams now.
Is it alright that this is for you? Because despite a million words I could have chosen, I’ve chosen you.