Fingerpainting
Splashes of gold.
Swirling hues of red.
The coolness of green.
The earthiness of brown.
Tinting my thoughts of you.
Your voice, my brush
When we talk.




Chitchat
Wading through the chatter of the day.
Your voice is not among it.
Strange.
It's the only one I hear.




A Haven From The Storm
When life turns serious,
And becomes an icy blast of reality
That numbs my heart
And fills my mind with sighs,
I think of you.
My thoughts travel the distances between us 
In a moment.
In an instance.
Safe beside you,
Content and warm,
There I am at peace.



Highwire
Balancing on a high wire, not looking down.
Cursing at my predicament yet smiling at my nerve.
Taking a deep breath and continuing along the wire.
Inhaling the danger.

You are my high wire.
High above the earth you place me.
Teetering at times, you steady me.
My eyes are on you.
Never wavering.