Wandering

I wandered for hours in your face.

Strolled along each living line,

Explored each freckle found,

And plunged myself into every

Perfect imperfection of the place.

Toward the end of my journey

I stopped and laid awhile,

And when the sun arose again

I woke up in your smile.

Remnants

In whipping winds

It roiled and tumbled

This raging soul

Boiled and rumbled

And crashed to the soil

In a field and crumbled.

Over rocks and roots

It toiled and stumbled,

Gathering its remnants

The pieces jumbled,

And saw its reflection

In a pool now humbled.