Watching the Sky

Loving him is like watching the sky
Some days we’re in Seattle
Rainy with sun streaks
The clouds, heartbreaking
The light, breathtaking

Loving him is like breathing the air
Some nights we’re in Mexico
Balmy with soft brisas
The stars, enlightening
The warmth, encompassing

Loving him is like tending the garden
We’re always in Arizona
Sunny with blue skies
Digging out deep-rooted weeds
Cultivating sweet herbs and flowers.