New poem - "All I Need"



All I Need


It was on a night like tonight that I lay,
wondering what it was I felt,
a kind of destiny taking form.
But, those lines were cast from the beginning, weren’t they?
They stretched back centuries, way before we met,
in people we were before.
We have always been connected.
Our love is cosmic,
limitless.



That night, as I lay thinking about you,
a hearty ache inside of me, picturing you close to me,
I became more,
a being in love.
They say love makes you a fool.
Then I welcome foolishness,
for it’s only my comfort with you that makes me dream bigger,
reach higher.

Nothing can break us.
No one can stop this force, this connection between us.
Miles away even, I think of you always.
I feel you beside me,
holding me close,
our hearts beating perfectly.
Though I miss you, I know all I have to do is think of you to know you’re no so far away.
You’re my home.  I’ll always come back to you.



In mere days, I will see you again.
We will reunite,
my world will right itself.
Until then, I hold you close in my thoughts, as close as I can get,
just like you’d hold me.
I know one day soon,
times will get better,
a time when we can finally breathe as one.

I have a ring to prove your promise to me.
I have the look in your eyes when you say how much I mean to you.
I’ve always trusted you to keep my heart safe.
I have these feelings inside,
this love that is beyond words, and it’s enough.

And I’ll wait.
I’ll wait for that day when the world stops fighting us.
We’re strong.
We’ve won every battle since the beginning.
You’re mine, and I am yours.
That’s really all that matters in this quiet night.
That’s really all I need.


3 comments:

  1. Nice. Very nice. Is this a little bit of self-disclosure, Marie? You're engaged, right?

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    1. Ha ha. Yes, Carole, my poems are personal, and I am engaged to a lovely man.

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