You Are

You are...

The wind through the
Tip tops of the trees

The smell of rain on the sidewalk
on a cool April afternoon

The heat of your body
Pressed against my back

And the taste of a kiss
Too sweet to imagine

Life full of little nothings
That evolve into everything

Love too complex to write
On a sheet of paper

Thoughts too deep to
Dream of being spoken

Confusion too simple
To be understood

And wonders too wonderful
To not wonder anymore

You are