feel like all this week
i've been craving, craving, craving

craving solace from my schedule
and studies
and midterms
craving escape
dreaming of mountain getaways
and foggy mornings that clear into bright blue days
sunny afternoons and crispy evenings for star gazing

craving being romanced
by some Jesus-lovin, tall, stocky, dimpled boy
with soft eyes, a sweet sort of crooked smile
and a taste for quiet adventures and coffee
dreaming of still, sun and food-filled mornings
and slow, intentional walks
genuine laughter and dancing to music as magical as our mood

craving solitude
where my dreams, thoughts and i
can be alone with my God
no agenda
no others
no plans
no emails to send
or papers to write
dreaming of silent dates
with listening ears
and a small still voice
quieting my anxious heart

my anxious heart
that craves, craves, craves...