unfinished

we move in two different circles,
you and i.
facing the sun on opposite ends
of the earth
twisting, turning, coming close
always
but never enough to touch
each other.

sometimes, i feel like
we're spinning round and round
as i see your face
lingering in my mind.
but the cycle goes on,
and again,
i am alone.

feb. 01.2005

grateful

i must have forgotten what it felt like
to be real.
to fully feel
the grandeur and splendor of those first days
passionate awe and excitement
butterflies in my stomach
filled with gratitude for his blessings
of family and friendships, old and new
warmth and comfort
security and safety
growing deeper
running farther
journeying together.

i must have forgotten what it felt like
to be real.
to fully feel
the wind on my face, the sun in my eyes
the clouds moving
across the sky
shadows reflecting before me
as we climbed higher
tasting the salty air
and the exhilaration of passing the world by.

i must have forgotten.

but today you brought that back to me
as i listened to music
created in an empty sanctuary
by a girl and a piano
long ago.
where have those years gone?
my heart is dry.
i yearn for your touch.
your reassurance
that all will be fine.
returning to a happy place in my mind
and no longer forgetting to feel...

i'm forever grateful.