Fresh Snow

Maybe you don't know what you have

until it's slipping away

like sand through your fingers

water through the cracks

feelings define in meaning

somehow there is no going back

So my life is in upheaval 

And yours is on the rise

my restless frustration

it could be our demise

You asked me, why can't 

it be

that the adventure isn't out there

but instead it's you and me

I thought this idea crazy

let it slide out of my mind

but lately, 

I keep thinking

that maybe you are right

Maybe I'll be restless

and itchy all my life

but if you are here beside me

maybe it will be alright

And I will have to do better, 

oh and baby so will you.

For I've ignored your sadness,

been caught up in my to-dos

And you've tired of my wavering

and moved on while I stand still.

But alas, is that everything?

or can we get it back.

Because I want to stand beside you

I want to hold your hand

to run ideas by you

and be included in your plans

I can learn to nurture. 

I can learn to give.

I am only me, 

but I have the will.

If you can learn to love me,

and except me with my flaws.

If you can learn

To embrace my inner dreamer, 

and help her as she grows.

Maybe all is lost. 

Maybe, I don't know.

But, to me, this is a new beginning.

Our love can surely grow.

Like new hand prints on fresh snow.