A Sweet Sigh...

When will life be sweet?
Not the "sweet" of falseness,
tempting, but always leaving
wanting.

But sweet, like a cool drink of water.
Soft on the tongue.

Like the soft, delicate petals of a rose
and sweet like the heady aroma within.

Sweet like the sounds of a song
being played over the strings of my heart.
The violinist's bow gliding back and forth
moving the melody of my heart with every
note.

Sweet like the rustle of leaves
being swept by the wind.
Carrying them up the corner of a building
as if in a dance.

The sweetness of children laughing,
discovering, free of worry & fear.

When will life be sweet again?

The longer I live, the farther away I float.
The past haunts with regrets.
The present challenges with unanswered
prayers.
The future teases with the unknown.

Yet I know there will be a time
when life will be sweet again.
Don't wait too long to come for me.
Don't let my tender heart wither
like a flower, separated from it's root.
My soul longs for you, my love.
For life to be sweet.