Devrie Spaulding's Blog, page 13

My Soul

I remember the day,
You first talked to me.
Smiling so bright,
Not caring who’d see.

Asking me on a date,
Shooting finger guns.
Calling me your girl,
I was so stunned.

After two whole weeks,
You said “I love you”.
I was so scared,
But I loved you too.

There was no denying it,
The love we shared.
We were beyond just soulmates,
There was nothing to compare.

Your purest soul,
Helped to heal mine.
My demons fled before you,
As your light so brightly shined.

Blessed with only a few short months,
But happier than I have ever been.
More loved than I ever was,
Loved more than I ever will again.

Losing you left a void,
Nothing will fill it but you.
My heart aches so painfully,
I need you to hold on to.

I miss your laugh,
How your arms felt around me.
Your love for the 49ers,
The closeness you had with your family.

There was no better person on Earth,
No better angel in the sky.
I would trade places with you,
In the mere blink of an eye.

If I could only be with you again,
Hear your voice one more time.
Feel your healing warmth,
See your contagious smile.

But I know you’re watching over me,
Whispering in my ear.
Visiting me in my dreams,
Chasing away my fears.

You are my star,
In the darkest of night.
Shinning down on me,
When I want to give up the fight.

I will see you again, my love.

Morning Rush

The sky pushes away night’s blackness to allow the colors of morning to show.

Lonely runway strips sit waiting as early chilled air blows.

Rows of grey, four-engine giants slowly come to life.

One by one gaining speed to defy gravity and take flight.

Now gone, the deafening silence is broken by a distant train’s call.

Its cries devoured by the greatest predators of all.

Turbine engines roar in the distance, rolling out of the dark.

The sound resonates deep in the soul causing a beat to skip in every heart.

Sleek bodies prowl on the runway, forming perfect lines.

Beautifully aerodynamic wings impatiently tensed as the metal shines.

Engines increase power causing the solitary pulse watching to rise.

In an instantaneous movement the first shoots forward and flies high.

The others follow suit filling the morning sky with their glory.

And that’s the end of my story.