~ For You ~
Thoughts of You plague me like the most delicious dream.
Pulling me back, time and again, into the very warmth of Your being.
I loathe to open my eyes and greet the new dawn with its shimmer of warm autumn rays.
For as bright as the rays of sunshine as they softly caress my lids, they will always pale in comparison to You.
People are gifts of the universe,
each uniquely packaged
and given on occasions
both known and plotted
in the calendar of destiny
to be loved not for their wrapping,
tattered and torn by the hands of time,
but for their deepest contents
hidden beneath layers of wrapping
that cannot be seen, but rather felt
by hearts that reach deep enough
to know them.