Waiting for Forever

 As the clouds touch the sky,
 He blows wind through my mind,
 Leafs brush the cold floor,
 Where his precious moments i find,
 The touch is combined with silk,
 tangled up in his hearts embrace,
 He holds my hand while the floor shakes,
 Never letting go of the image of my face,
 He looks down as I stare,
 and my heart grabs onto the mix,
 A drink is like poision,
 but his soul and sweet silence is my fix,
 Flowers fall to the ground,
 not grown from below but anchored above,
 a sparkle twist and shimmery glow,
 of his gracious beautiful dove,
 I kiss the raindrops that fall down,
 not afraid of a sudden sound,
 escaping reality two steps from you,
 a quick turn and there I am found,
 adore him for he is ever casting,
 always by your side far but near,
 Craddling you through the storm,
 whispering have no fear,
 the calm is of drought,
 battling what love is in its glory,
 No crawling towards a door for escape,
 for this is the grand story,
 of how he met the world,
 metaphorically in his heart,
 the smile and honesty of love,
 is the final and couragous start.