An undulating current courses through me,
It’s you inside of me.
I want to reach out to you,
hold you in my arms,
to buffer you against the storm
that brews…
bubbling slowly around us both.

But you don’t know who I am,
and I want to stand and proclaim
my love for you.
But I’m scared...
Scared that you might not see things
as I do.
Scared that you might not know love
the way I do when I look at you.
Am I obsessing?
Could it be some hocus-pocus
got left on my doorstep,
and when I tracked the dust across my floor,
I saw you and was hooked?
But honestly, the truth.
One day when I was walking along,
the birds began singing songs in the air above me.
I looked into the skies and to my surprise,
they were singing to me about you.
Little birdie on the lower tree branch
told me to cherish your smile.
The other one with the red plumage on his chest
said that you breathed the breath of a goddess.
But before I could ask more,
the red-chest squawked to the smaller,
and then they were both gone,
leaving me alone
to decide on my own
about you.

I drank the nectar of your vision,
passionate and kind it was,
the breath of life your smile conceived
was one that nothing could deceive.
The sight of you ---
glorious, spectacular, beautiful you.
I knew then as I do now
that at some point I must make you mine.
I can imagine the scent of you,
your sound, your touch
like petals against my skin.
But I’m scared...
Scared that you might not see things
as I do.
Scared that you might not know love
the way I do when I look at you.