Simple Love

Clouded, streaked skies.
The sun with wind intermingle and dance over our bear skin.
We were once part of that lost generation,
And the seeds of our conversation
Now bloom.
Covered mountain tops,
A corroded penny drops,
And our world comes to a silent stop,
And the colors are rotated.
The view is different.
The current has shifted.
The sun is no where to be seen;
We've been blinded by what the heartbroken call 'the greatest scheme'.
We will not fall back into foreign hands.
This new discovery is our new end;
And we will remain here, unbroken.
Lying here, with words unspoken,
But emotion is captured in your slightest touch.
And the colors are rotated.
Our picture is brighter than the normal black and white;
Our lavish scribbles dominate with our laughter and the sun's light.
With the happy glow of the fireplace,
I study the landscape of your face.
You watch my eyes dance and shine,
like a full moon on black lake.

The wheel of colors is never ending,
As we share our new common beginning.
And the colors on the kaleidoscope are rotated.

I wrote this last night after my family and i came home from a day downtown. The sun and good food in my stomach inspired me.
Love should be simple, if you are familiar with the movie, it should not be like 'The Notebook'. Love shouldn't have to cause drama, it's not a rough waves on the sea.
This poem, if I can call it that, starts off with the sun and the wind, indicating its day time and then towards the end, the fireplace and the moon, indicating night. One full day.

No 'he said, she said', no words exchanged between the two, but simple actions, that if you watched them, you could gather their passion for one another.

As for the rotation of colors, again, love should be an endless rainbow of colors that you have never witnesses before. Just like in a kaleidoscope, colors, shapes and lights rays; love should be as easy as turning a kaleidoscope in different directions to only obtain stunning unique images. Except unlike a kaleidoscope, the colors are never ending and only get better. For a conclusion, simple love should always be surprising and never get old.

-Ms. Nicolette