Ripples

Rippling Silence 

Chattering winds

Blushing squeals 

Of rushing breeze 

Against my flowing hair 

As we drive down the lane ;

The hesitance to touch 

To brush his back 

Or to caress the wind

With my alluring hand ;

To be or not to be 

'Tis the question 

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind 

To suffer 

The ordeals of love 

The wait 

The uncertainty 

The palls of confusion 

Time 

Is of the essence 

Patience 

Is the key 

To wonder 

Of the future

To be cautious 

To not startle,

The fine balance

To find peace 

In your soul

And add sparkle 

To his eyes.

To be for him

As well

For yourself 

To be a pillar when 

It seems like all crashing down 

Will we stick

Will we make it 

Will we get lost 

In our own inevitable 

Castle of darkness and dreams 

'Tis the question 

Hounding the crevices 

Of my mind.