A poem for no one.

As the wind blows over the tops of the fall grass, the leaves dance together free from the grasps of the black jack oaks, I am reminded of you. Your hair,like rays of the sun draped gently over a face that is soft like the skin of a peach, shrouds a beauty so elegantly radiant. I find my days longer, stretched as my mind wanders to places so beautiful, ever escaping reality to find myself in intriguing happiness. You stand before me, encapsulated in a transparent aura of light, your smile brings warmth to my body; eyes, penetrating yet calming, they stay ready and focused with a soft haze of color surrounding a hole of black. Black is the color of lost, and to be lost in the eyes of a woman is a labyrinth of mystery, one can only hope to embrace. Created by earth's great wonders, composed of the blessings of the gods above, I find the thoughts of you cloud my memory. Wandering as the water finds the rocks in a river, my soul searches for a true companion; one who's path will cross mine, and flow into one, like the black foot rivers of Montana. Ever winding; but never stagnant, the water pushes the earth to form it's own path to uncertain destination- Tried and true, the water is loyal to it's purpose. It's origins traced back to a simpler of springs, sprung from a host of molecules, blessed by God himself.

I too, find myself wandering these days. But as I lay my head down on the earth, moist from the rains past; thirsty for the rains to come, I find a place of rest. A center of a soul lost but not found, still not forgotten. I look up at the sky, as the clouds meander to form bushels of cotton whisps, racing each other in the endless ocean of atmosphere, and I realize you're out there. The calm is but a bridge before the crescendo of life to come, as a symphony about to approach climactic heights of composition. The breath from my chest becomes tranquil, that reminiscent of the wind pattern, the slow rising, and following a current of soft bittersweet air. All cares and stresses have left my body, cleansed of the negative, as if the earth had taken from me my turmoil. I find myself alone; bound by a quantum of solace where my mind flows free of impurities; and again, I find you in my thoughts. The purest of pure, lust built on a hot bed of undiluted thoughts of infinite time spent with a person of such intrigue. My mind thirsts for the knowledge of your existence, your purpose, and your future. I'm engulfed in the passion that is your beauty, mystery, and glow; a sight so pulchritudinous it rivals that of the sun. The sun, which similar to a woman, creates and sustains life, and is the center of all mankind. If I am the earth, you are the sun.

So I will lay down my body on a bed of roots and stems, viewing the sun through imperfect eyes. Never forgetting, the calm created in my mind by your very smile; a smile from a face that rivals the sun.

R. Novia Jr.