Its a Choice to Feel

   I start my day with the sunrise and I beckon to the winds. Come all thee flowers and the beauty of hers eyes, I call for them all. Then onward to the sweet sound of her voice, my heart drinks it like wine. Pure and sweet.

   Another night. I start my day in the shadows and the cold, she isn't with me. I fear the day to come the sun has not risen yet. The trees grow shadows and the stars fade into a dim blue sky. The frost bites me as I think of her name, bringing a myriad of thoughts. My footsteps are heavy until I see her.

   When I see her suddenly the steps I make to her was just one, which I marked so vividly in my mind. Its the last step I had to take until I was close to her. Her eyes are bright and I catch the smile she made while she drew her face to my own. In the silence of my mind, I watch her lips moving. Her hand catches her hair and flings from her shoulders, laughing as a friend spoke her name in shock. She was proud of her accomplishment.

   Another night. But the night is long and the memory of her smile leaves me in a trance as I replay my thoughts of touching her hair. I go through the motions of tomorrow. What shall I say? It will be this and it will be that, she'll do this and that. Then this will begin and I'll say that, with a flirt make a statement and a plan. It won't end, but only starts again. It will be this way and it will be that way. It will be this way. The dawn wakes with my dreams still floating like clouds in the sky.

  All day I never see her and all day I can't say all I want to. The world is so bright, yet it also is dark and dim without her next to me today. I hope so much in nothing, I see her ghost in a thousand place and she left me many trinkets to remember her by. She won't be gone forever, but I see her everywhere.