show me why

stinson beachshow me why i feel as i do now.

that i know between your thoughts
is a search for the same
as me,
you pulled my arms around you closer
when i lived in the past seconds.

that you are
bouncing back at me, a reflection
this feeling looking for me
when you saw me smile before you,
and knew as you dashed off
that my seconds would remain, ingrained in you.

that without you
i would still be spinning in my mind
day after day
intentions full and alive
but closed up
to wait another day
to see something that makes me different
when you spoke while drowning in your words
and i heard.

that as the days go by
my dreams lead me toward you
not because of me
but because of you
and who you are.

show me why
i have made the choice
to traverse the edge of crazy
to chose you.
to love you.

 

© r.e.l. 4/14/14

submitted to Thursday Poets Rally week 80 on Hype Park Poetry Palace

submitted to The Poetic Bond IIII 7/12/14

image: Stinson Beach from Mt. Tam (credits: r.e.l.)

posted on Micropoetry 6/13/14 for #reflection theme

posted on Medium 4/14/14

 

17 thoughts on “show me why

  1. It is a beautiful poem, and I am liking of the stanza which is charming,

    “……………..
    that without you
    i would still be spinning in my mind
    day after day
    intentions full and alive
    but closed up
    to wait another day
    to see something that makes me different
    when you spoke while drowning in your words
    ……………”

  2. romance and marriage, they are very different,

    romance is on informal background and it is both super sweet and super sad.

    normal marriage is flat and could be troublesome too.

    regardless which one we are in, we have hope and dreams, also have nightmares.

    good luck.

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