what excites me?

the scent of a
lovely rose as
it starts to blossom
the early morning
light, dawn, the
first blush of morn
the smell of rain
as it gently kisses
the ground
making everything
fresh, unspoiled
panoramic
the tide pushing
itself to the shore
taking away the
imprints on the
course sand
an innocent child
starting to open
its eyes to stare
at its first taste
of light
a fragile heart
as it beats again
after a long
hiatus
to be in a long
state of comma
then to suddenly
start to feel again
a lost soul
finding a tiny sign
that points to the
long awaited way out

you. . .
excite me
and you are not
even doing anything yet

and that's what
scares the hell out of me