Skies

There's something magical about planes,

flying through the blue, like my mind over to you.

They help bring us closer; similarly my thoughts do that too.

It's been some time since I saw your face,

or touched your hands, or embraced that soothing energy you always radiate,

I miss that kind smile, but there's no haste,

to joy and love, that's what you always say.

There's ways to connect through the skies,

be it with a rushing plane, or looking at the moon,

from distance sharing the same gray silhouette,

but beautifully meeting our eyes,

like that last time, oh I can't forget,

that glowing charm, that stare so sweet,

as we said goodbye on 7th street,

no words were said, that I might regret,

but the moment begged for silence,

as it was forging a future encounter,

and here I am, among clouds soaring,

while my spirit even higher,

as the plane forward continues,

so does our journey.

I am a Mug

You think of me a simple joy in your life,

but it's probably cause of the coffee I hold,

while it's close to the nose is when you find,

that aroma is a pure pleasure and more.

I like your touch, every day it feels so pristine,

like when birds hug flowers in the spring,

exchanging heat is our daily routine,

and all I can do is be still.

Mornings I like, cause I adore your embrace,

while you pour your favorite drink or take a sip,

it's an easy choice, the latter is my favorite place,

it's a win-win, a fiery encounter exchanging a gift.

I can guess your mood by what you're having,

if it's water maybe you had a drink or two last night,

or perhaps you're wanting a great start to the day,

coffee is always on the menu,

tea is the meditation drink,

the ones that makes you think,

and I always think of you.