You

I try to stay cool like I was taught;

But to speak of you disarms me so.

Is it possible to float on one’s thoughts?

I find that my smile betrays my determined soul.

My eyes begin to glisten;

My smile deepens as I watch the moon.

My audience turns to listen;

I catch myself humming a tune.

Every rumble and tumble is a beat in our dance.

Every melody and rhyme, every word and chime

I dare say I hear you in the clapping of hands

Sigh... You’re even here as I sip my tea and lime!

I catch myself dreaming of roses in bloom

Of lilies and daisies, of matching colours and paisley

To think that you will soon be my groom

And that I will become you’re leading Lady…

And the story begins...

with the rise of the wind and waves

nothing remains the same

with each toss and every turn

nothing, this storm, can brave

her heart is under siege like a ship at sea

as her tears drop in time with the rain

it's said the rain washes

i have heard that he cleanses

but as the storm intensifies

another part of her dies

she gulps once more

hoping to relieve her sores

a lone survivor, she gasps and grasps

her heart is hoping, wishing

the sun whispers from behind a cloud

the wind retreats

the waves back down

the light breaks through

but it's too late

the story is over

....her fate is set...