Colossal Thought

Tag: love

  • A Person

    Photo by Roman Melnychuk on Unsplash
    we made a person 
how beautiful
how incredible
look how she grows

we made a person!

but . . . she isn’t ours 
she belongs to herself

so,
let’s watch her
let’s love her
let’s help her

because together
we made a person

  • Your Blue

    Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash
    my love for you
is the color blue
not a hint of sadness—
a loving hue

your eyes, the color
of a soothing sky
are what I need
for a daily high

within your arms
life is fresh and new
my love, to me,
you’re the color blue

your blue is gentle
and calms my heart
your blue is the abundance
you always impart

your blue is the breath
i need to take in . . .
blue is your humor 
always making me grin

your blue is masculine
and soft, and strong
immersed in your depths
is where i belong

your blue is bright,
a mountainous high
my romantic moon
under a starry sky

your blue is my anchor
on a violent sea
my steady sailor
you always will be

it’s a gift to be loved
by your sapphire soul
my connection to you—
the other half to my whole

my cherished sweetheart
my perfect blue
my favorite color
will always be you

  • Appreciated

    Photo by Christiana Rivers on Unsplash
    appreciation 
is like: 

a warm shower 
after a long day 
out in the cold
or like a sunbeam 
that breaks 
through the clouds 
to warm 
the top of your head

it’s like 
a loving hug 
after a long period 
of loneliness 
or a belly laugh 
after 
a good cry

oh, how i want 
for you
to feel 
appreciated

  • Angels

    Photo by Mantas Hesthaven on Unsplash
    did you know
whenever you go
i send angels with you

  • Heaven’s Reassurance

    Photo by Davide Cantelli on Unsplash
    shhh . . .
hush now
everything’s okay
it’s all temporary
there’s a place
beyond this one
where there is peace
and where there are answers
to all of your questions
but for now,
hush,
breathe, 
open your eyes
and go back to life

  • Something Divine

    Photo by David Clode on Unsplash
    i’m convinced
that Something Divine
breathed magic
into us, our relationship

something sacred has been there
from the start
even before we began 
stitching our lives together

i’m grateful
when i think back 
on the firsts 
of our embraces
because that fire 
forged the place 
i now call 
my permanent home,
that safe space
within your arms

we share memories
experiences
and a passion for each other 
that defies logic and reason
when you consider 
how different we are
but i think
we’re the best kind of love story

when teens talk
of passion
and of knowing
their love is real
the world rolls its eyes
but time gifts a union like ours
validity and respect
i’m glad we kept going
when we were young,
that we loved and fought
for us, our relationship
in spite of the world
and its skeptical eye-roll

somehow we knew
early on
that a lifetime together
was ours for the taking

because of you
i know what
companionship
intimacy
forgiveness
and safety 
feel like

because of you
I get to experience
rare,
mature love

I see the lines deepening
on our faces
and I wonder 
how has this happened so fast?
it’s all so beautiful 
and brief

together,
we are something special
complex but simple
just a lovely brushstroke
on the canvas of humanity
on an original painting 
by Something Divine

  • Dehydrated

    Photo by Jens Johnsson on Unsplash
    a dehydrated soul
typically looks 
in all the wrong places
for a source
of liquid love
to quench 
its thirst

in desperation
it swallows
all kinds 
of vices
that will never
satisfy 
the universal need
to be loved

oh, to know
that the source
of liquid love
is an inner river
of gratitude
that sometimes trickles,
sometimes cascades,
but always flows
and must be
consumed 
in sweet 
sacred
silence

  • Intimate

    Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash
    blindfold me
i could find you
in a lineup
with my hands

  • Love Harvest

    Photo by Chien Hao Lee on Unsplash
    it's true
the degree to which you open your heart
is the degree to which you can hurt
but don't be a coward
throw yourself open
be vulnerable
and greedy
gather all the love
you can possibly hold
in the basket of your heart

then, if life takes it away
embrace the waves of grief
that will surely come
scatter the remaining petals
of your love
on each oceanic swell
until the surges subside
and become gentle
with your heart
once more

yes,
to gather love
is to be brave
and wild,
but wise

know this:
hurt never lasts
beyond life
but love does

so, pick up your basket
return to the fields
and harvest some love
again