The Greatest Seasons of One's Life

I took her dreams and all she believed,

And wore them like anchors and triumphs lifting me to skies to also lift me higher.

She told me all she knew and I felt like she's one to know.

Taking all life's difficulties as temporary while she finds good things she sees as miracles which paint her such beautiful pictures.

In a life that she finds so wonderfully, beautiful like all she dreamed of for all the good things she one day would wake to find.

She found me as if daring and believing that one day I'll paint her world pictures with all the beautiful things she wants to see in life.

It would be like with my love I'd hope for her to have I'd take triumphs from the skies and carry them down to her to tell her what I could find for her to also show her I love her.

I tell her, her name reminds me of January because knowing her feels like the beginning of the new year.

For in some places when the snow starts to settle in after the new year this I tell her that means spring is also coming soon.

She'll say one day it was worth it to feel the cold earlier because she believed one day it would help us better feel the oncoming warmth in knowing we'll one day have each other.

She is more beautiful than all the words I could ever mutter as the only words worth muttering are the ones that make me realize I'm warmer than if I had never said anything at all.

When spring comes one day with her I'll tell her, she reminds me of summer because though it's now warming we'll find our passions warmest when the sun has filled our paths the brightest.

I'll tell her this road was made for us to walk as the sky it lights the road most visible when we're able to walk most comfortably together.

Finding our peace down the steps we walk with our four feet making trails together into evenings that rise in bright, fresh morning air.

Then when summer passes and fall approaches as our lives start to droop down the pinnacles from the roads we walked together, I'll tell her she's most beautiful now as I have spent my life finding how I could lift her greater.

For the roads we walked I walked with and for her and four feet can walk farther than two feet ever could. As I realize I could have never loved as much had I never been in love with her.

I'll remember summer and laugh about how we were so passionate and embracing of every opportunity as hopeful. We'd be smiling because we could remember how adventurous she was and how courageous I was and how wonderful we were together.

Then when even the fall begins to pass as the snow starts to fully fill the world around us, the air is thick and time seems to slow I'll look at her and tell her she's more beautiful than I ever knew.

As all the time I had spent with her, I could never fully see how much I had loved her until our time is running out. I want to be thankful for all the time I had and grateful for all that she is and was and still is.

I'll tell her I originally thought she reminded me of January and the new year but I was wrong because she really reminds me of December.

Because when we both fall into some sleep where our lives pass away she'll have been with me all the seasons of the greatest years of my life and I was thankful I could see such a beautiful life with her.

The Adventurous Explorer

The Adventurous Explorer

They loved like songs from wind sung on open sea.

They had opened their life like sails for the wind to carry them through seeming paths which leads them through life itself.

Never knowing where what they felt would lead them or if they'd be capsized in the end, they just hoped to find their voyage easy.

Standing outside underneath the stars we can feel the heat of life beating down on us as we direct our love to the wind trying to find some orientation to it all.

Disorientated yet still finding a need to fight against the rage of hardship from stormy nights, we direct our sails to temper the turmoil and the difficulties.

There's no comfort for sea sickness on this boat except by throwing part of yesterday's guts off the side of this vessel and waiting for the perils of today to subside.

Realizing in ourselves that nobody ever travels the open sea without first believing in something to find and also something to prove.

Still we are hoping in ourselves that something we love be it reached for with either courage or with either fortune can be found.

Finding that once we land in a strange land and feel either sand or jungle beneath our feet, then look for food and water we'll also find what we have traveled all this way for.

If we have one thing to ever prove in this life, it's that love won't ever let us down.

Even if everything else seems to have failed, and our own very mast seems as if faulted we can still hear the wind as if calling us and we can also find courage and fortune again and again.

For one day we will find what we have searched for be it an oasis or some undiscovered world from adventure there is no substitute for courage or to be made fortuitous and there is no other way to find love.

How he was able to find a beautiful life

I saw you standing there so seemingly lost somewhere out of luck,

Until your you sat flustered while your dreams battered helplessly against time.

I said, “just believe in something better.”

You took your dreams with you and walked, sidestepping misfortunes along the way while hoping that time would show you fair.

Wounded your faith around opportunities until they acted as anchors to hold you still to keep you from also falling as misery and hardships fell away like you never knew them at all.

Dreaming you were of brighter hopes to reach you higher then also lift you farther.

I told you, “take your loves and move them until they move you farther from where your pains could ever cause you to stumble.”

You reached for grace until she also made you blessed.

Reaching higher and farther you did until not even gravity of those that try to hold you down to pull at you even if stronger could hold you, while you're also grasping at all and everything the beautiful could drop down for you to lift yourself up more.

She said, “freedom's like a savior for freedom opens us to all the ways we can be without encumbering us to premature ends.”

She said, “shadows they hide inside misfortune yet both are made to disappear when sunlight dawns.”

She then took her dreams and she found, “when I dream and find what I dreamed of, it's like a miracle. For I dream in audacity and seeming helplessness and once I find what I dream to eventually be true I'm flabbergasted because I feel like every dream made true also requires a miracle.”

She then took her hopes and all the dreams she inspires herself with and she said, “I'm going to change my world by hopefully changing the world of everyone else for the better.”

I asked her how she could be so daring yet also so inspiring and she said, “It's because I also believe in something better.”

At the time she said that I also was lost seemingly in a bout of misfortune while battering my dreams against a future that seemed so cold and paralyzing and I realized I also didn't need to be afraid to walk so freely in love in this, such a beautiful life.

If this is what love is like I'd dream of finding her a little longer.

I believe,

Beauty can cause the shadow,

To disappear and light can fill its place.

While dreamers whisper where serenity stood.

As time moves in paths that find them greater.

I said joy can help fill a world by people that love.

While happiness can lift us all to places majestic.

As long as she's graceful, you can wear your joys within her love and also find yourself happier in the end.

For when she reaches for you to hold you in her arms you're comforted and as free as you could ever be.

You never knew what hopes she wrote you until you took her trust in your heart and saw her also love triumphantly to find you also believe her in the end.

I watched her find compassion as her kindness found me smiling in the end as I laughed with her until I knew I was loved.

You know how I know she's beautiful? Because when she moves I can't help but feel like there's no other place my eyes could stare so fair. When she walks I feel like I'm dancing while stationary and my heart can never sit still enough to keep me from noticing it's also beating faster and faster. If I told myself this is what love is like but I'd be lying because that would mean I've figured out I can't also feel like I love her more. I'd tell her I'm still dreaming but I'd realize it was all a cover to feel like I had something worth drawing her attention to me more than I could ever do. I don't deserve what she could bring me because love is always perfect when you find it and people are worth beyond any sort of value and I see I am perfectly wealthy when her arm's around me.

The Triumphant

You had loved all of what it was that you had dreamed from.

For all my hopes you had felt had been what had carried you higher.

On moments they rose them I then found joy could find me on my way.

She took me as a friend by grace and I was able to carry myself with a melody.

Until then I'd find a passion to rise from within and also raise myself from.

By a flame I had run from originally then I had been guided by what I had been forced to run towards.

Now I find all my hardships are what I find can also be what lights my way.

For beauty is more than skin deep and love makes her and people like her more beautiful.
I had searched my eyes to find something gorgeous in what earlier I was not able to find.

Finding I did that in all of what we are able to find in life the most beautiful thing we can ever do is found in how we are able to treat others.
It's not our passions that rise the passionate higher, it's also knowing when our passions can inspire those who also wish to be inspired around us.

I locked my pain in shackles and hung my past mistakes until they both stopped fighting against me.

Finding it's not just what we go through that we overcome it's what we overcome that we also never repeat again.

The greatest joys in life are knowing you are free to laugh because you are free to be loved.

Such hard moments we could say to others about or such beautiful blessings we could look to, to be transformed by love and prosperity.

I have a goal to not talk about the pain of anything and instead to talk about the triumphs, the seemingly miraculous and feel what it's like deep inside as far in me as I can know that the act of surviving through and by love and also by kindness can be greater than anything less.

I call myself a writer, a poet, but without others there is never any other purpose, and I've been gifted not by prose nor word but by people and everyone is a purpose unto themselves that I must live my life to give my life not seen as if mine but a reflection of everyone else onto me.

For nobody is but a reflection just onto themselves and many people mold just one and the greatest of us are the ones that everyone is able to bless in any way they can.

Her Name was Something Like Jewelry

You never told me how I broke your heart.

Only that I was the one that did it.

More beautiful was your heart than all the sunlight I could see.

Yet your heart was so graceful I could never see the shade.

I had told you I would walk through valleys for you.

It was because I always wanted to someday see mountain ranges with you.

For I had wished to see from heights all the cites which covered the world below us.

I'd ask to take your hand from within this serene place I wish to walk you through.

We'd play like children in wilderness of meadows, to run, to laugh and also to smile.

I said you're like a dream I could never only just touch and also the only one I only ever wished to reach.

I'd said I'd want to sing for you and every song you loved to hear sing was only about love.

To dip my faith in the waters surrounding us you'd see it rise again cleaner than it ever was before.

For you I'd wash my sorrows again and again with faith until they're too small to ever be seen as pain.

In you I'd believe that nothing is more beautiful than the ability to feel loved and love because of it.

As I'd see my hopes made more truthful and more and more believable in the way you'd make me feel.

I told you I believe in something greater that's also loving like how a dove is able to sit so calmly after crashing on lake top until the water surrounding it starts to calm around it.

I know you're gorgeous because I'd never see you for who you think you are and only who I believe you can be.

You can be how you know you are deep inside of yourself you just may not realize it yet.

Someday I want to help you know that of all wounds the heart is maybe the easiest one to break and also the easiest one to fix.

I've made mistakes I believe but you were never one of them because I would have broken my heart also if I'd ever have broken yours and a broken heart is also the easiest thing to fix.

She likes to Pray and Pick Flowers While Watching Butterflies Flap their Wings

For on words they swung were elegant.

To be moved by the immediate and transformed by the sound.

From every song they sang was beautiful and not one word away ran unknown.

You asked her how she knew the words to how you felt when you felt most at ease and understood.

She said, “I'm just picking daffodils from flowerbeds and watching butterflies fly around me.”

That day you remember well because she was really telling you about her greatest joys from childhood.

You asked her what caused her to remember her joys of childhood so vividly when she talked to you.

She laughed and said, “some of us just need to be sung a song and when I was a child I'd sing and look at the sunlight inspired until evening and then I'd fall asleep, resting under the moonlight.”

You never asked her why she'd sit in a garden until evening then fall asleep under the stars, but one day you realized she did it only when she was praying.

For her mother she said never loved her and her father she said was an alcoholic.

She'd go to a garden her neighbors made before they moved away and watched their flowers grow, picking weeds when she realized they would cause some flowers to wither and die.

You told her, "I believe when a butterflies flaps its wings the world can change."

You said,  "I read it in a book one time, and it's called the butterfly effect I believe."

She asked you how you knew of her hardship of this moment, she told you, "I also took for joy in ease and understanding of how she made me feel."

I looked at her and told her, “You've won now you realize for every time a butterfly flaps its wings you like to sing.”

You lost not one beautiful syllable or heartfelt poignancy in her words and everything was beautiful.

When she sings I can still feel goosebumps on my skin and I tell myself it's just a butterfly landing on my arm ready to fly away.