my seaglass i'll not find on these sands

my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
just rocks of many hues:
some are bland
some are pretty
but none compare with you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
for mine is a brilliant blue
and though i have found
some red, green and brown,
still none of them are you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
for here is naught but rubble.
the shores from our past
wash away as I walk;
they cannot bring me you.
my seaglass i'll not find on these sands
but behold, far off in the distance,
there's a blue softened shard
the waves of time sculpted
and that one, yes that one, is you.

-D.B.
8/28/2013

7/2013

like a rainstorm
it hits me
in the cold of the night
with a chill wind
this sadness
takes me down
for the count
and my heart
yearns to see you
to hear you
to feel you
my palms feel so lonesome
without your fingers' touch
and your arms
how they surround me
that protection
i do miss
their warmth and silent comfort
lend assurance to my soul
that there's love that can embrace me
as i embrace it back
nothing's quite like your warmth
as it radiates to my chill
when your hands hold mine gently
oh my dear
i miss you still.

-7/2013

7/15-16/2013

if we pretend that shooting stars
are airplanes just for us
do you think they'll let me fly to you
at the speed of light?
you think that if i ask them to
they'll drop from their heavenly homes
and let me ride their glorious tales
in the light of the summer sun?
if i cry sincere enough
perhaps they'll envelope me whole,
comforting me with their glowing warmth
until side by side we stand.

-D.B.
7/15-16/2013