Writing: Moment in Time - Picnic

The wind whipped while we drove down the road, you looking beautiful and me looking rumpled and tired. Our first trip together coming after a grueling five day stretch of work has left me drained, but you just smile that smile at me and push those hairs from your eyes that my fingers ache to do for you and say it's all fine. The sun shines bright off the rain slicked road, shining in your long hair, which waves to the blue sky as if it was a brown flag. It's hard for me to keep my eyes on the road and you at the same time, but I somehow get us to the park in one piece. You smile that smile that makes my heart skip a beat, adjust your tinted glasses, and kiss me softly as you reach for your bag. Every time you do that, you leave me speechless, and this time is no exception. I watch you walk away, barely hearing the door as you close it, watching the light bend around you like a halo, the tree's sway and bend as if bowing before you. As you glance back, a smile shyly coming across your lips, I feel my mouth form the words you're beautiful.

I can feel your hand in mine as we watch the birds dive and resurface in the lake, but the only thing that I can see is you. Your head resting on my shoulder, my arm around yours, hand in hand we sit on our patched blanket with our food still packed in the cooler. A cup of tea rests in your small hand, a coffee in mine, as I feel your chest rise and fall with each slow breath. I wish there were two of me, one to hold you and one to take a picture of the only person who has made me feel as complete as ever. You look up and smile, catching me looking at you again, and again you drown me in your smile, your lips touch mine as we lay back and watch the clouds, puffy and pure white, lazily make their way across the crisp blue sky. Your head on my chest, my arm across your waist, we watch the world move around us. Around us in this moment. This perfect moment.

Hiatus!

Hey all,

I am currently in the middle of moving (or will be very shortly) and have been packing and working my hours away instead of writing. I apologize for the delay between updates, though, and after I get all set up (probably around the beginning of July) I will resume with normal posting. I have a number of things written by hand I just need to move on here, so keep your eyes out and enjoy your summer!

Brian

Poetry: Night and Day

The night cloaks the world,
covering it as a blanket covers a sleeping child,
making everything seem so much closer,
in a world where everything seems farther away.

Velvet dreams shadow our eyes,
hiding the pain and sorrow that surrounds us,
coating our thoughts with hope,
only to snatch them away.

Though the darkness teases us,
playing Indian-giver with our hearts,
the night is darkest before the dawn,
when the sun shows your face next to mine.