love and rockets…
i love you she says…..and i am thankful..
she speaks good over me like a lover
and a friend
she sees me…
clearer that some
maybe more than most…
the good she sees… reflected..
and a mystery…
it makes her draw colser with love and curiosity in her eyes
and a slight smile….
i watch her sometimes..
she doesnt know it
i cant see her after all….
and i see a hope in her
and a childlike faith
an optimism that spreads joy like a fountain
and i pray
that it would stay
some would rob it
some would cloud it for jealousys sake
the world would say its childish
the wise would say its a gift….
some would posses it
and not know the gift they have in their unwilling hands
i pray
that it makes it
whole and still trusting
willing and wide eyed …wiser
with the wisdom to still be a child
so i can let it drench me
and pour what love i have been given into it
and bask in its light
for just
one more day
