Fly to You: A Poem

It's one of those quiet, pseudo perfect days

There are clouds in the sky but at least they fluff like cotton candy

Remininscing on memories past does nothing but improve future ways

And thinking of you, my dear, only leads me towards feelings so handy

Smooth like silky seas, or better yet, smudged brown coffee

Tears rain down the cheeky clouds only to remind me of grace

Reaching endlessly towards your arms won't improve the looks of me

I know; I've tried to find comfort in the mind journey to your sweet face

I'm swearing that tingling electricity flows through your touch without a shock or sting

Your caresses I confess have got me transfixed, not only on you, but the feelings that ensue

Until I'll experience such caring and sharing again, I'll just ruminate on all your presence brings

The sky is happy even while clouds hide the sun, so I'll act contented yet imitate its blue