Four

I forget sometimes, you're only only four.
Behind your flashing eyes and devious grin,
I keep seeing something more.

I see you as a girl on your sweet 16
falling for the boy of your dreams.

I see you as a young football star
bringing your team in for the win.

I see you as the next big thing,
In Apple, in vogue, in the USA.

I pray what I do today will keep you off the streets.

But please remind me sometimes, for you see you're only four.
I see you hitting and biting, kicking and rolling on the floor.
I see you sharing and caring and letting others go first.
The future I see in your eyes is only my imagination.

Or is it?

Just Love

Love, the legends uphold a standard

No mortal can carry.

Love, a word so used its utterance

Uncaring.

Love, a feeling unfathomed, unknown

A mystery.

Love, will make a girl do 

Anything.

Love, something we all need but

Cant find in each other.

Love, it's so lost not even Sherlock will

Uncover.

Love, what God is made of.

Love, she hopes it's not made up.

Love, through my anger and my pain?

Love, even when he's screaming my name.

Love, keeps me here in the battle.

Love, a choice to submit and be shackled.

Love, is it worth it? Again and again?

Love, Yes. Let the games begin.

Goodnight

When you are sitting in the dark on your favorite swing

under your favorite tree

and you look around you

you can see the fireflies

flashing to you

a goodnight...

And you see the shadows within the shadows

lurking towards you

only to discover

your own dear kitty cat

coming to cuddle

their goodnight...

When you look up through the great leaves

and see the stars

twinkling

a goodnight...

To hear the sound of the crickets and frogs

chirping

a goodnight...

The boughs of your beloved tree

bending low

to embrace you

goodnight...

And the ghosts of your imagination

coming to kiss you

goodnight...

The wind

caressing

goodnight...

Two Into One

I am me and he is he,

Of that I do agree.

But who is he when he's with me

And who am I with him?

Is he me, with all my features tweaked

To be a more "him" me?

Am I him with all his angles dimmed

To be a more "me" him?

Are we two or are we one?

This question yet to answer.

Deceitless love will find its way

In dreams we have a harbor.

But who's to say our wicked world

Will let our hearts grow fonder?

It has a reputation, see,

To bend us 'til we break.

So let it be the queries three

This young girl has to offer

To this day no answer to be found

Nor solid proof displayed.

The answer it seems is out of reach,

Or is it just delayed?