The breeze feels so good,
blowing swarthy ocean air
across my parched heart.

Each and every day,
I do the exact same thing,
chuckling softly.

Graceful in the dark;
I cannot see your face, but
I can see you dance.

Seasons come and go,
April showers make way for
returning flowers.

Restless energy,
desperate for an outlet,
no matter the cost.

The joy of children:
filled with boundless energy
until it’s nap time.

It’s not easy, but
take responsibility
for what you have done.

Notes floating along
like bubbling water with
flashing colors.

The heat is horrid,
and uncomfortable, but
the cold cuts far worse.

They held each other,
passion blind to the moment,
they hugged so fiercely.