Is It Her?

I've met her before, but where?

Was it in a dream?

Yes, it was a dream...

A rain of bounty falls from her head,

her hair so perfectly highlighted by the sun.

She walks as though she knows where she's going...

She never runs for fear of going through life too quickly.

She embraces her time just being herself.

Her eyes gaze upon the world with wonder...

She can see the beauty of everything, even in a wilting rose.

She touches things with a care,

A touch that could only compare to a mother's loving touch to her new born.

She imagines herself in the life she hopes to live.

She experiences everything with a respect unequaled.

Never have I seen tears of sadness fall upon her face.

Is it her?

Is it her that I've seen only in my dreams?

Is it really her, standing right in front of me?

Is it her, right in front of me at this alter?

Is it her, right in front of me saying 'I do'?

It is... I just know...

It is her...

The Sun Will Come Out

She sat at the bus stop every morning,

Smiling with the warmth of the sun.

Every day she did this.

My heart would leap forth at the sight.

She radiated happiness and a sense of carefree living,

her world was perfect in every way.

In the rain or snow,

her beaming smile would scare away the clouds.

One day I came to the bus stop,

as I did every morning to get my dose of sun

from the smile of the woman who could cure an evil soul,

but she wasn't there...

the sun wasn't out...

the clouds rolled in...

She was there the next day,

her face raining in sorrow.

Only in movies had I seen such despair.

On the bus, I could not hold it in.

I sat down next to her and asked,

"What could cause the sun to hide

and allow the rain to fall from her eyes?"

She gave in reply,

"My mother is old, and has become weak,

she needs many medical devices to help her,

but she, nor I, have not the means to get them.

I fear I will not be able to care for her much longer.

The mountain on which our lives stood is now crumbling."

Everyone on the bus heard her cry of sorrow.

And because of the warmth of the sun she brought

to these strangers every day,

everyone grabbed their wallets and gave what they could spare.

She could not believe what was happening, and so she asked,

"Why do you do this? I do not know any of you."

I said to her in reply,

"You bring to us the warmth of the sun every morning.

We all see your smile and you bring hope to our day.

When we see your smile, our days are never poor."

When she heard this, she began to weep.

But her weeping was not filled with clouds.

She rained with the sun beaming in her heart.

The next day the sun was out,

even though it was raining outside.

We are no longer strangers to her,

we have become friends, and maybe even family.

As for me, next year she will be my wife.