I'll write you a poem

I'll write you a poem
because you have my heart so
I imagine myself as an old woman
sitting on a porch with the cold winter wind
caressing my face, gently tugging me
I'll write you a poem
imagining myself free
to run, to run, to run
with the wind
and escape.

I'll write you a poem
about your soul
about your glamour
and reflect all of you in it
I wonder vaguely who exactly you are
I can imagine...
monoliths of white marble
wings of silken black
and prehaps a glint of your beauty
and a glory in your soul
of God
of nature
of all things

I'll write you a poem
and this one won't drain me
I'll write you a poem
and feel each verse breathe new life into me
As i sit in a rocking chair,
wrinkled and flushed with cold
a knowing smile on my face,
feeling a freedom in the fleeting embrace
of wind and your form.
~brittany

(i was being random.)