in a large field
with green grass
and dandelions
i lie on my back
on a warm day
in spring
i reach my arms into the air
stretching my fingers
trying to grasp
the giraffe shaped cloud
that floats slightly
out of my reach
a cool breeze blows
my blonde hair loosens
from its band
strands blow wildly
about my face
i close my eyes
smiling
lay my arms
flush to the ground
a horizontal Jesus
welcoming the season
and come what may
i welcome life

love can be lost
i dont think that is true
i think it is misplaced
for a while
overlooked even
time may distort your view
or weaken your search
but eventually
you will stumble across it
an old memory will surface
or you will run into an old lover
on the street
and in a flash
of polaroid moments
you will remember when...
you will feel that touch on your skin
or smell that cologne
and in an instant
you find the love
it may be dusty
or malnourished
it has been abandoned for a while
and odd a feeling it is
when you realize
that it is still there