Glimpses

I see glimpses of light
when I sit and imagine
what lies ahead of us.

Like my mind is blinking
with memories that
haven't occurred.

Fortune has been good to me,
like a never-ending gift.
This is the most dangerous type.

So, I will never forget the lows,
as I continue to stop myself
from getting up on all the highs.

Four? How about seven?

My bright-eyed baby,
always know that I see you
and hear you.
Always know I will be next to you,
looking at you and smiling.

My bright-eyed girl,
please know how much brighter my sky has been since the days of Bayes.
My stars illuminate with the reason I was brought to you.

My bright-eyed sweetie,
don't you forget the beauty you possess,
the things that make you kick,
and the world that surrounds you.

My bright-eyed beauty,
never lose track of your potential,
like a time bomb ticking,
like an airplane during take off,
ready to take over.

When I look into you, my bright-eyed baby,
I see all that I need to see.

Foggy

What holds outside of my rainy window,
dark from the night,
cloudy from the water,
bored from the time.

Not used to having my decisions
placed in other people's hands,
especially when their intentions
are as foggy as the mountain top.

One day

I see the fog-filled nights
in our own place,
spoiled with laughter
and the love we make.

There is little I know more than,
little that I'm more certain
about,
than us.

Everything will fall into place
as we step farther into our world,
surrounded by illuminant smiles
and endless potential.

There is little I know more than,
little that I'm more certain
about,
than us.

Patients

To think you're there alone
while I am busy with nonsense,
makes me sick beyond belief,
two months of lack of freedom.

It's unlikely I'll ever come up
with the letters that connect to
the ever increasing pain I feel
when we are distant.

You are my rock, my baby,
my love, my heart. I miss you
every day, when we're together,
when we're apart, I miss you.

And it's endless, I know,
because I feel it endlessly.
A unique idea because I had
not loved until I loved you.

We are patients of patience
and it is painful, it is.
And "I miss you"
lacks adhesive, I know.