What If

What if
The sunshine you love disappeared
so did the joy that so endeared;

What if
The smile vanished from my face
The laughter went without a trace;

What if
The days ahead depressed
And lessened not the stress;

What if
The storms of life overwhelmed
Quarrels and fights dragged us down;

What if
I changed?

Would you still love me?

Because that's when
I need you most
To hold on fast
And hold me close.

Good Morning.

I am in the soft breeze that lightly caresses your cheeks as you welcome each new day with a sense of purpose. You see me in the sunrises and sunsets; You can feel me in the big, wet drops of rain trickling down your face. I reveal glimpses of myself in music that speaks to your soul. Can you hear me whispering in the surrounding silence while you contemplate the mysteries of life?

I watch over you as you go about your day, whistling while you work, enjoying the company of family and friends. I am in every relationship you create. Because of me, you are not the same any longer in many different ways. I am your greatest joy and deepest sorrow, the source of feelings never before explored. I am the ache in your heart that cries out for companionship on dark days when everything seems to go wrong. You also sense me in encouraging words, puppies and vanilla ice-cream. I am present.

I wake you up each morning with my touch, and hover unseen as you slip back into a land of slumber and sweet dreams. I am in your dreams and you delight in my everpresent warmth. I am in the softness of your comforter when the winter nights cause you to curl up tightly underneath. You sense me in the night sky, in the twinkling stars, the dawn and the dewdrops.

I am everywhere, invisible yet tangible. I catch every smile of yours, every thoughtful frown, every sober moment. You didn't see me this morning, but I was there.

I have never left you.

Don't Ask

If a single touch could melt
I would have felt it
If a single word could cut
I would have bled

If a single teardrop could heal
I would be crying
If a single kiss could kill
I would be dead

But still I draw breath
Though my eyes see nothing left
Still I do not cry
Though my eyes are far from dry

Still I do not bleed
Though the sharpness impales me
Still I feel nothing
Naught but the stillness of death

And that is how I'll know
That it is time to say goodbye