Just a Country Girl stuck in the City

poem by Courtney Kuchta

poem by Courtney Kuchta

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

A peom by Emily Dickinson

A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend       
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
 
The angels, happening that way,
This dusty heart espied;       
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
There,—sandals for the barefoot;
There,—gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand       
Lead the wandering sails.