Stolen

Gone with the first sight of a low-hung, brilliantly glowing full moon.

Gone with the last touch of a setting sun on the ocean's top.

Gone with the first touch from your fingertips.

Gone with the softest caress of your lips on mine.

Breath, stolen, quietly.

Heart, love, taken.

And I am eternally grateful. 

Thank God for You

"Oh how I understand" you said

"Thank God you do

And thank God for you"

How very Dr. Seuss of me.

So elementary,

The need for friends, 

Sharing hopelessness

And fear and loneliness

And life.