Pictures of you

like the sun that rises and sets

the moon, patiently waiting for its blanket of night

the calmness of the sea that lifts me without effort

the grains of a wood that gives us history

Permanence and eternity are bold 

but my centre feels you like this, here

to feel the air that you breathe

gives me the freedom of happiness

it is not profound and mysterious

like how we tweak at life's wonders,

but simply as pleasurable 

as loving the smell of freesia

or fresh laundry on a sunday afternoon