Posts Tagged: comfort

Twelve Years

For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My

Twelve Years

For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My

Warm

He woke up before me, and I laid in bed with my eyes still closed listening to the shower turn on and the autumn wind rustling the trees the bed still warm from where he slept I woke up early

Warm

He woke up before me, and I laid in bed with my eyes still closed listening to the shower turn on and the autumn wind rustling the trees the bed still warm from where he slept I woke up early

Old Has Gone

It is in the sweet moments of peace,
the swift glances of understanding,
the comfortable silence

It is in the slow mornings,
the continuous car rides,
the cups of hot coffee

It is in the smallness of this too large life
that I’m caught up in the awe of you
and the gratitude of knowing that you are for me always

Old Has Gone

It is in the sweet moments of peace,
the swift glances of understanding,
the comfortable silence

It is in the slow mornings,
the continuous car rides,
the cups of hot coffee

It is in the smallness of this too large life
that I’m caught up in the awe of you
and the gratitude of knowing that you are for me always

Wading

Listen to this while reading My words are like honey, they stick to my teeth, to my fingertips They sink to the bottom of a glass, get gulped up in the quickness of drinking the speed of everything I don’t

Wading

Listen to this while reading My words are like honey, they stick to my teeth, to my fingertips They sink to the bottom of a glass, get gulped up in the quickness of drinking the speed of everything I don’t

Drenched Again

There are remnants of you in everything I do like moisture in a bathtub dried up only to get drenched again and you, there are small cracks in my mind and you pry at them until they become gaping, welcoming

Drenched Again

There are remnants of you in everything I do like moisture in a bathtub dried up only to get drenched again and you, there are small cracks in my mind and you pry at them until they become gaping, welcoming