it is a way

Poetry is just the way I speak
or think
or feel
It is the way I breathe
and sleep
and dream

It is the way I look at you
and touch
your skin
your hand
your cheek
you lips

with mine

It is a way I cry and grief
while catching raindrops in the wind

It is a way the clouds stroll around the sky
The flowers drop their petals
one by one
to give them to
the river flow

The ripples that just come and go
just come and go