Song birds chirping in trees.
There is a soft wind that blows through me,
smells of rain.
Moisture in the air scares the mosquitoes from my ears.
I can see it, hovering over the mountains now.
Thunder starts and the rain sets in,
drifting across the ground it drowns the grass.
The butterflies no longer hop from flower to flower.
I walk into the tree cover.
waiting,
I listen for the sounds of birds to sweeten the sound of rain,
but they are silent.
The leaves pitter and patter, drip and drop.
They begin to shutter in the wind.
Letting the rain water seep into my skin.
The clouds start to roll away,
and the rain with them.
Warming air greets me before the sun peeks.
The bird once again start to sing.
The puddles shine in the dancing shadow of the sun.
I return writing,
I could not wish for better inspiration.

Whither, thee ask?
Wherefore hither and thither;
Amongst the grass it slither,
Like a wet bar of soap in thine hand;
Slipping through the tightest clutch.

So thee no longer grab such jump.
Instead, place width between two palms,
And witness a stagger in the hop.
Look! Just there! A light in the cold!
This fool scratches the sides to a dull.

Like a lion gnawing on marrow;
Consuming even the invisible meat.
Mistaking the after taste in the lick
As another victum to the stomach!

Oh and how the sky shines the morn.
How the sun turned ally in such affair;
What once was a solid,
Now runs as a liquid.
Be gone then! Our game is done!

No more time for me,
When thy thumb striketh the media!

Laying in bed all day  
with silky thoughts
in a champagne haze  

An empty glass of water
rests barren on the floor
her eyes light up
as he enters
through the door

With every stride
across the room
whispered lyrics
begin to bloom
In an encore
from the night before
in her memories
now begins
a brand new score  

Thrums echo
as the rythmn keeps
time inside each beat
slight murmurs crescendo
and a long symphonic
overture erupts

He draws his notes
in the cream of her curves
Dismantling her inhibitions
soothing her nerves

Tongues in a waltz
senerading to thunderous beats
in a rhythm more shattering
than the rolling waves of the Sea

Lights flicker
as his eyes roll
visions  of grandeur
in tow breathless
they gasp for air
not wanting this moment
to soon disappear

Driving urgency tenderly drizzle
ending one where the other begins
melting in the stillness  
of tangled bodies and limp limbs

Your love will fill me like an oil well
Slick and thickly
Ground
to
heavens
tell

'Twas the hardest part,
Thine heart's lesser beat.
But the instinct in thy face
Was crafted so delicately neat.

Thy lips peel back,
And thy dimples expose;
Muscle memory structured
A smile to a fold.

And here thou sitteth,
Broken and faint.
And thou dieth with a smile,
One I helped to create.

Rest now with those that can fly.
For soon my love,
I will take to the sky.
And once again 'twill be

Thee and I.

Build me a tower
Bring the essentials
Erase the door
Construct a window for me
I will lean against the clouds
And write within the skyline
Poetry isn't dead
It is here
Above your head
And it reads
Hello Poetry