A Poem by Walt Whitman

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, 


You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)

I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,

All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,

I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,

I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,

I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,

I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

~Walt Whitman



I think Walt Whitman is fabulous! Just thought I'd put this up to increase your cultural knowledge :)

Part Of Me

If I never see you again,

never taste your lips

or feel your warmth.

Giggle with you

or play in the rain

I will carry you

at my fingertips

and in the corners

of my head

For you

have become a part

of what

I am

Rain

Beautiful rain, dripping down the sill
Touching sparkles, making the stillness of the twilight complete
Sun-kissed tangerine clouds flutter above ocher mountains, seen through a veil of mist.
Gently the tears of heaven slide
Across glass, coating the fine filaments of hair
Softly adorning eyelashes with diamonds
seen in the gasping light for a perfect moment in time's memory.

Summer days
Lazy nights
Beautiful dreams
Flying kites

Sunburns galore
Dewy grass
Late sunsets
Purply rash

Waterskiing
Reading books
Laying out
Lonely nooks

Bug bites
Dripping sweat
Sunscreen on
Vacation debt

Summer fun
Drifts away
Good, bad
Here to stay