What Am I?

I am a shadow of my other half
I am born at the moment of similarity
I am a healer of wounds
I await behind a stranger’s face
My value is only truly known when I am lost
Those who find me have found treasure
I am as delicate as glass
I cost nothing but am worth everything
I shine brighter in adversity
I will stitch up your broken pieces

He is Art

When he looks at me
I swear I cannot
breathe
warmth radiates through
his smile
and the butterflies stir
in my stomach
I would not dare to
look away
slave to his
bluey-grey eyes
I cannot fathom a life
without hearing
his laugh
I exist with him
his gentle soul
I am home
in his arms,
for he is art
and I am found.

The Waves

Sit in rev’rie, as
the wind rolls over the waves,
hear the ocean’s pulse!
On some distant shore
my darling, be not afraid
as you breathe in the sea air.
The wild water tempts,
broken souls like yours it seeks,
oh, sweet mystery!