The Perfect Picture

The Perfect Picture

 

 

 

 

 

It is fall

And as I walk in the woods

Crunching dried leaves under my feet

Watching the leaves dancing down from the trees

Millions of them scattered all around

The sun dappling in warmly

The crisp wind blowing on my face

I say to myself

This has to be the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen

The perfect picture

And then I think of you

And I realize it isn’t

I think of you walking alongside with me

-our footfall in tandem

– your hand in mine

The picture is perfect only now

So come my love

If not for any other reason

Just to complete my perfect picture.

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When You Are Sleeping

When she's sleeping

When you are sleeping

I love to watch you

To tuck away the few errant strands of hair

on your cheeks behind your ear

and run my hands over on your cheeks and forehead.

 

Now don’t get me wrong

And don’t ask me to say sorry

It’s not that I don’t like you awake

but your being asleep is something special

 

In those quiet moments, I feel blessed and content

You look so peaceful when you are sleeping

that I feel peaceful just by looking at you

 

Perhaps we should show pictures

of you sleeping on the TV

– Our contribution to world peace.

 

I often wonder about your dreams

Your dreams must be fun too

Of small happiness’s and little disappointments perhaps

 

Wish I could climb behind your closed eyelids and watch those dreams with you

like in a cinema hall

Just you and me

 

So again, don’t get me wrong,

And don’t ask me to say sorry

I love you awake

But I love you a wee bit more

When you are sleeping.

 

 

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