All Stints Are Like Shingles Poem by C.D. Xiang

i wish to write, of beauty and of you
but it`s hard to think about something,
i cannot seem to get thoughts through
as they all flow back to you

the rivers and streams of my shallow muse
all creep slowly towards the inevitable
i guess our minds may be infused
but my guessing just comes back to you

guessing what your thinking
what`s on your pretty mind?
and my soaring thoughts are sinking
all falling back to you

and yet i know you`ll catch them
arms open like petals of a rose catching the rain
the storm of my world is fading, leaving behind a gem
a gem most precious, filled with the memories you left

nothing more could a life desire
than to look back upon itself with a smile
and my world will reach ever higher
until the heavens await below

and when you leave, my world will fall
into a heaven of remembrance
calming a worldly squall
an eternity of memories is all i require...