Come away with me

I can’t wait to see the world
stretched out at my feet
and lose myself to love,
getting lost in your heartbeat.

I need the air I breathe
to be shared only by you
and for you to come away
and have all of this too.

I want to see the road ahead
go on forever,
taking you with me
on every endeavor.

I need to spend my whole life
with you by my side
because wherever you are
is where my heart resides.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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The sound of serenity

The lazy days of summer
are by and by, fading away;
I hear it as the breeze
sashays through the trees.

Wind chimes join the waltz,
each elegant note
sounding the arrival
of crisp fall days ahead.

The sweet serenade
brings inner peace
and infuses my spirit
with the sound of serenity.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Sometimes a song carries us along

When I couldn’t be there
to lose myself in you,
I knew my favorite song
would have to do.

Sometimes I’d let the words
rush over my skin,
remembering all the places
where we’d once been.

There were countless nights
I could only imagine you here,
and losing you in my life
was my greatest fear.

So I’d take solace
in my favorite song,
hopeful that the words
would carry me along.

Filled with a melody
so I could hold you in my heart,
I believed in earnest
that we’d never part.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Marveling over mushrooms

There’s a small city
I never really see,
right outside
in front of me.

It’s hidden in the glen
thickets deep,
where the clover
likes to creep.

The little city bustles
with a steady flow
of creatures so tiny
they’re hard to know.

So, at last, today,
I opened my eyes,
shook to my core
by the loveliest surprise.

A small city
I’d never really seen,
right outside,
all for me.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Our love is simple

He’s learned me
while I’ve memorized him,
and slowly over the years,
the binding of our love story
has mostly stayed intact.

Sure our relationship
is not without its frayed edges,
but we are still bound
by the stubbornest of wills,
refusing to be beaten
by all those little things.

Our love is sincerely simple,
mostly held together
by old remnants of duct tape
and traces of super glue.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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