I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin
Like the softness of your touch.
You said you love how everything is more beautiful
When the clouds part and the sun,
Amongst clear skies, shines through.
I love how you believe that the world can be beautiful
You make it more beautiful
Make me want to believe
It can be beautiful
Make me want to write
Of warmth and light
Rather than simply storms and tides.
I love how you want to read these poems
Whether I write of either,
That you ask me what they mean
And honestly listen
When I speak about why I write so often of grief.
Because persisting through all the maelstroms in the world
Would be worthwhile
To finally be here to breathe with you
To cry and smile and fight alongside you
To savour the scent of flowers with you
To hear the the melody of your laughter beyond the chaos
To explore and dream of visions of the shore with you
To witness pain reforged into glorious tapestries
To feel, to breathe, to be here with you.
The clouds have settled again today
But I’m still thinking of the sun
And of what it would be like
To dance in the dark with you
Until the sky is fractured
And the warmth of our bodies kindles wonders anew.
I remember the night
When the wind was so ferocious
I thought it might tear the window off its frame.
As we rested under the fairy lights
I swear I’ve never felt so warm or so safe
As I did in your embrace.