maelynslavik

Heaven is a state of mind where all your fantasies are actualized.

Staring through eyes of stone at the republic 

oh, for which it stands 

one nation like a burning stick 

a stick that is almost snuffed out 

your subtle beauty, 

your softness,

your smooth finish.

one could make from you 

in a few moments venus de milo or rushmore

or something rough in the style of rodin 

Friendship

Is magic to me.

The light in your eyes

The glow in your smile

The thoughtful pause

Before you speak.

Your laugh and your joy

Your heartache and pain

How sometimes

We even talk