Skateboarder

Composed: March 16, 2011 at 10:14pm

Your voice is like

that refreshing breeze on a perfect day.

When the sun kisses your skin softly,

the clouds claim their protective place,

and mumbles of passerbyers tingle your ears.

As I watch

them so gracefully glide by,

I think of you.

And I think of all the things you’ve ever said that’s made me smile,

that’s made me laugh.

As my eyes follow the path that they’ve paved for me,

My lips give in to curling its ends,

showing a side that’s often unseen.

My mind gallops into a realm of

pastel colors,

and I think of you.

I match the colors with the  pastel sky and white contrast.

I see the breeze run past me quickly,

and no matter how badly I wish I could hold on to it,

it’s gone,

reminding me that what goes, 

knows how to return.

And I think of you.