My little angel bug
Like a shimmering summer hug
Her laughter from the bubbles in the ocean
Wanting her to have the beauty of the world
Wanting only peace and adventure for this girl
Those summery lakes in her eyes full of wonder
That space in my soul made only to love her
The day will come
When she’s tall and strong
But her sweetness will still shine from her skin
And when she’s off on her own
When her wisdom has grown
She’ll follow her guts and gentleness within

A sick strange thirst for something more
An insatiable beautiful craving
For everything I’ve never had before
They’re of another world
The feelings of my dreams
And they’re clever, quick and taunting it seems
Content with your fingertips bleeding magic into my skin
Wondering about happiness
And what’s so wrong with it again
It’s the vulnerability and the need on my part
That puts the storm in my gut and the screaming in my heart
So I keep it just like this
The heat from your hands and salt from your kiss
Your rough sublime body enough to fill mine
Something for my soul will come in time

In this hall we make our lives,
selling ideas and making jokes.
In this hall we reign supreme
making decisions for the world.

This hall has seen it all;
our triumphs, our upsets, our failures.
Unrealized dreams and broken hearts.
Fighting, arguments,
Discussions of how the world is going to hell.
Laughter, loving times, moments of friendship.

Love could be seen in the sun as it set, not only in the horizon, but also reflected through her eyes. For a brief instant, through her long black eyelashes, her green iris’ appeared to be blue, and the love in his chest churned.

“Chayla, your eyes are like the ocean tonight.” He smiled, and relaxed his shoulders as his little girl plopped into his lap and played with one of the beads in his hair.  Her eyes grew wide and she laughed as her father’s lock of hair began to attack back. Only one year left for them. Before long… he would have to give her up, even when she was so young.

“P..ap…a!” She exclaimed, her smile as wide as she could stretch it. She clapped her clumbsy hands and her little ebony curls glinted in the day’s final glimpse of light. She was so beautiful. So perfect and innocent.

The tiny bud begins to flare
His infant eyes first blink then stare

Bright green, petite and new
Soft skin with pinkish hue

In spring wind it shivers lightly
Wobble, bobble, he steps, not sprightly

Deepened color and growing size
Ever taller with clever eyes

Full and firm, now hunter green
Mature and thoughtful, strong and lean

Some shade it gives throughout its life
Deep care and love shown to his wife

Trunk and root by it are fed
He tucks his children into bed

Much storm and wind it safely weathered
Family, to him, securely tethered

Summer’s end means fall is here
Girl speaks “I do,” he sheds a tear

Around the edge, see yellow there
Gives wise advice, gets silver hair

Orange it turns, by all admired
His mind is strong, but body tired

Splash of red shines for a while
Deep loving eyes and tender smile

The sturdy points begin to curl
With age the aches and pains unfurl

So now the Leaf begins to brown
The Man is surely slowing down

It falls in splendor for all to see
His life remembered, a great legacy