Poetry (2)

And holding someone in your arms
Is beautiful, I know.
And yet, for all a hug’s sweet charms,
It leads…

And, if a wave is big or small,
It can’t be more than water.
And no one’s ever lost at all –
No single…

And, when I think, I think of you –
Of you and nothing more.
And every single feeling, too,
Is laid…

I’m loath to draw attention
To either lack or skill
So wouldn’t think to mention
My being…

And did you learn to do your duty –
A soldier in the rank and file –
And sacrifice a thing of beauty
For one…

My window faces north-northwest,
And, while I like these skies,
The spectacle I love the best
Is hidden…

And did you walk the thousand miles
That brought me to your door?
And did you meet your frowns with smiles
And sweep…

Regardless if you’re flying high
Or feel depression’s pull,
You can’t not walk beneath the sky
And live…

Why does my face keep going red
When someone gives me praise?
A thousand thoughts run through my head,
And I…

And, near the very close of day,
I couldn’t help but chuckle
To happen on a splendid spray
Of yellow…