Beautiful
like the ocean waving
outside the window seat
of the flight you've put me on.
A whimsical being,
an unescorted feather
adrift without a wing
like an angelic illusion.
Sweet as the day
hard rains lead you to me
with a broken umbrella
drinched but staid.
Penned eyes
wrote our story
with each pointed glance
and the storm was detained.
-Jg