too many miles

there are too many miles
between your hand and mine
too much time
until our next kiss

is it right
to miss you so much
or am I a fool to desire you
beyond the bounds
of time and distance

unfiltered

will the clouds veil the sun’s good morning?
then your dreaming eyes will light my way
unfiltered by the sky so grey

i knew it was you

i reached for you in the night
felt the cool sheets
where you should be

i saw you there, in my dreams
felt your hand resting on my chest
your leg, draped over mine

and i knew it was you all along
the one i wanted to need

to the heavens

the lakes are patient and constant
reflecting the sunlight with ease
late afternoon prayers, glimmering to the heavens

the dreamers

the kitchen is full of love
brilliant smiles from hopeful dreamers
beautiful smells from healthy dishes
the dreamers laugh and argue
playful but intense
every belief so strongly held
experience hasn’t yet weakened their grip
and the meals simmer and sizzle
always delicious if they survive the process
capable of opening minds
the way only food and conversation can

how lucky we have been
to share in these years
watching dreamers grow
to bare the fruit that will feed millions

ideas

fresh from the soil
untouched and pure
sliced and seasoned
held to the fire

right now it’s full of pain
to think how quiet this kitchen will be
but we’ve played our part
a proving ground
a place to experiment
a space they will hold to forever
one they will let mold them
even shape the spaces they create
for dreamers yet to come
and dreams yet to be dreamed

lucky

lucky is the word
i choose to describe myself
when i think of you