Musings

Sitting on a swing
The breeze is cold
The wind kisses my cheeks, and my lips
The sky is indigo with a tinge of orange
I long for the rain to make the moment perfect.

Driving down the highway
Thinking at the back seat
Black mountains appear on the horizon
White lines disappear
My thoughts go back to you
And where you may be
Miles away.

Enjoying a moment of solitude.
Suddenly you aren't too far
You are the wind. The breeze.
The indigo and orange skies.
You are the rain.

I'm still waiting.