Inspired by Kiersten and Writtenwyrdd, who both posted some of their older writing on their blogs, I thought, what the heck?
I'll give only one disclaimer: I was in High School when I wrote this poem. I urge you, gentle reader, to remember the passionate emotions of those times. Remember and be merciful.
To you, I bring the ripeness
of my everything,
which has hung from the branches of my heart,
heavy with longing.
For you, I give the deserts
in my hourglass of time.
The beginning and the end, as long as you will hold in your hands,
it's simple grayness.
Before you, I will lay my arms
full up with all my dreams.
My dreams, so wild and colored.
Those are dear to me,
For they have stayed with me the longest,
resting in my eyes and on my skin.
But, I will give you this,
For in return, you give me
that swims in the stars
and waltzes on the moon,
that laughs with the wind.