And in the
pieces of
your day
do you
ever read
my poems
to yourself
out loud,

or send a
thought
in open
cloud sky
my way,

do you
feel the
ever so
light change
of season
in your life.

where now you
sense,

by reading these
poems there
is now something
different in
your world,

perhaps a
smile unexpectedly
or a
giggle that
you can't
figure out
why,

or you
see a
place that
you have seen
a thousand
times before,

but somehow
today it somehow
looks differently.

these are
the pieces of
you I now
share and
shape these
words upon
this paper.

and because of
that I am wiser
still,

and also quieter
in thought.

at the
moment that
one day I
might hear
your heartbeat
near.

and  we
might sit
across a
table,

for a cup of
coffee or
two.

Simon and Schuster assure me that I
Will be consumed by J. R. Ward’s new book
But I am neither steak nor apple pie
And probably would be difficult to cook

What depths could I describe?
What sights have you not already seen?
What could I possibly tell you that you haven’t already heard from the whispering trees?
The warmth of summer
The shimmering gleam of the frigid stars
With stream water splashing about your feet
What cooling sensations could I possibly bring
To a heart such as yours  
On warm nights such as these

Lost in the
deep end of
your Auburn
eyes,

unable to
catch my
breath nor
wanting too.

so many
questions
and sheltered
dreams
that move
across your
eyes mesmerize
this moment
unlike anything
else I have
ever known.

hearing your
voice next
to me
I feel
like  a
fat calico
cat with
my belly
being rubbed
over and
over to
my hearts
content.

and the
beauty of
you is
in a
falling star,

it is
in this
moment that
rises up
to embrace
me,

the calling
of wonder
and the
simple smile
that blesses
your face.

and in
this moment
I am
a child.

I am
a child

with you.