If I could, I would give you a summer breeze;
I’d give you sunlight,
to turn your eyes into jewels.
I would package the smell of fresh grass,
and give it to you with a note that says;
you are wilder than the song of the wind.
We hit the road and drive into the setting sun;
the rays set you aglow.
I play your favorite song for you,
over and over again, on my old guitar,
just to see you close your eyes and smile.
And I am taking notes;
you are more of a song than music itself.
We listen to the owls as the cool night falls,
and the stars come out just for you.
I do not wake you up,
when you fall asleep on my shoulder.
I hold you close,
listen to what your heartbeat sings;
lyrics only I understand.
You are so peaceful in your sleep,
for one so wild when awake.
You are a song,
more alive than freedom;
and you are my song.
This poem is about two of my characters. :)