Becoming

Clouds on the verge of crying

Gathering the courage 

To be vulnerable

To cover a once blue sky

With arms of grey

And shed their tears upon the world

Chimes that sound

Their eerie tune

In the haste of a sudden wind

The leaves on the trees rustle

The world quivers at its touch

Golden arms reaching for the horizon

Rays of sunshine curl their fingers

Over the edge of the world

Light seems to hum its way

Into a new day

Tides pull the moon from its pillow

And wakes it to light the night

For men on rolling seas

Who long for lovers far away

And sand beneath their feet

All of these beautiful things

On the edge of becoming

Make me think of you and me

Just touching the surface

of what we will be

Together and individually

I am made stronger just by the possibility

Of loving you

My sweet

We are on the edge of becoming.