YOU.

All I want to do is look at you
By Natalie Bendinelli

At the break of dawn I wake up.
My body is still and warm.
I peek through the curtain of my window and see the mountain range,
Bright and encompassed in pink morning light.
My heart cannot believe it’s beauty, but I think to myself
That all I want to do is look at you.

In the mid-morning breeze I walk briskly
Starting a new day.
I look up into the endless sky and see a blue bird.
Flying creative circles in the clouds: free and playful.
My heart cannot believe it’s beauty, but I think to myself
That all I want to do is look at you.

In the late afternoon my eye catches a tiny flower,
Growing alone amongst the grass,
Bright pink, white and yellow,
The colors shock my senses.
My heart cannot believe it’s beauty, but I think to myself,
That all I want to do is look at you.

The day has come and gone.
My house is dark and quiet.
I think a pretty thought, of a pretty dream to come.
With mountains, bluebirds, and flowers.
My heart cannot believe life’s beauty, but I think to myself,
Before I drift asleep,
That all I want to do is look at you.

You, lighter than the morning mountains.
You, freer than the flying bluebird.
You, more colorful than the flower.
All I want to do is look at you.

I miss...

Times I wanted to stay but had to leave