When winds kiss the softness still in my face
blowing sentiments through tresses into syllables,
and oh, the light that shines when dawn breaks!
This love still flows, like rivers,
mends all of the scratches and breaks;
those little imperfections that make us, us.
I can see that mountain from here-
here in these flat lands where bluebonnets cry
and constellations revel in knowing
that Texas skies are unmatched,
as we sit under them
playing in poetry and forget-me-nots.