Golden Oldy

-This Poem is an older one. I found it in a random file of papers a few days ago. I wrote it to God during my first stay in Northern Ireland in the spring of 2005.


I want to write a poem for you
I want to write a song for you
I want to write something that connects
With the beauty that is you
I want to lean on my windowsill with my elbows
And daydream about you
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your long hair"
I want to drive in my car on a yellow day
With all the windows down and feel the breeze
On my face and in my hair
And share that moment with you
I want to lay in the grass and feel each blade
Between my fingers, and smell the brown dirt
Hear the green rustling with each movement
And give thanks to you with the drunk smile on my face
I want to plunge into ice cold water and feel the goosebumps
Rise all over, hold my breath and open my eyes
See the light reflecting from the rippling water above me
And onto the rocks below me
And dedicate my next breath to you
I want to stand with my toes squished in the rough gray sand
The roar of ocean hitting land
Eyes closed, yet still feeling my body pulled by the tide
The salty mist hitting my dry skin
And let my heart beat loud in awe of you
Because you want to stand next to me too