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Chris Jul 2015
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What is it that always brings
my thoughts back to you,
which seems a strange thing to ask
because they never seem to leave
regardless of what I might see
during the many hours
of my day

Open or closed eyes,
heat of the moment
or laid back and relaxed,
it is you that I am always
thinking about

Traffic jams stacked
with blowing horns,
exhaust fumes
and frustrated fist shakes
or slow drives on country roads,
windows down
on a cool spring day
with the radio playing

Long check out lines
at the super market
corralling crying children
(close to the candy)
fighting over the best seat
in the shopping cart
or a quick in and out
at a convenience store
for a cold six pack
and a bag of chips

Work, (need I say more)
which requires a certain
amount of concentration,
attending meetings and
going over spread sheets
or a day off piddling
around the workshop
building or fixing something
that doesn't really need to be
built or fixed

No matter what occupies my day
it is always you who occupies my mind
So, what is it that always brings
my thoughts back to you…
well, I guess my thoughts of you
would have to leave once in a while
for me to figure that one out
Always thinking about you Holly
Chris Jul 2015
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Your touch is that of angel’s wing
so soft upon my skin
Like feathers sifting morning air
as dawn does soon begin

Pure beauty blooms within your eyes
a soft horizon stare
In marigold and baby’s breath
and glistened dew drop glare

A smile to make the sunrise blush,
light fuchsia tinted hues
Above upon a lilting cloud
and skies of vibrant blues

As in your scent, a breath of life
my heartbeat sings your praise
A whispered wish, with you to share
*these wondrous summer days
Good morning beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
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I was having a dream…

you were lying next to me
soundly asleep
in our soft bed,
satin sheets
and goose down pillows
as the sun began to rise
painting our room in shades
of apricot and tangerine

I was holding you
gently in my arms,
feeling your heart beat,
mesmerized by rhythmic breaths,
gazing upon your enchanting face
as dawn’s blushing glow
illumined your beauty,
falling in love all over again

When you slowly woke,
opening those maple sugar eyes,
finding me watching you
and smiled the most
beautiful smile I had ever seen
as I whispered
“Good morning beautiful”

And I didn’t want it to end
but it did as I awoke,

sensing the morning sunshine
through closed eyelids
and upon opening them
found you staring at me
with that beautiful smile
and when you whispered
“Good morning handsome”

I knew right then and there
my dream would be never-ending
Good morning beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
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And as night descends…
eclipsing faintly glowing heavens,
fading salmon swirls
into indigo memories,
sprinkling diamond-like clusters
in constellation patterns,
inviting a chrysanthemum moon
to bloom amid comets pirouetting
upon a milky way dance floor…
I dream of you, for you are
the brightest star ever to grace
*the evening sky of my heart
Good night beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
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Stardust drips
in Southern Cross directions
lost at sea
floundering in the nothingness
counting seagulls
and island torches
branding the sky
with delirious connections
traveling beyond the speed,
22 knots to nowhere
and sinking fast

SOS carved
in summer clouds
threatening distractions
floating silently in our heads
as we bail out,
tossing salt water worries
overboard as
barnacle beliefs wait
beneath the surface
of our dreams

A lone timber,
nails protruding,
rotting slowly
is held for dear life
as tridents and trishulas
flail in withered hands
breaking seas,
angry waves bend
dissipating into
misted blankets as
foghorn signals
bellow in needled warnings
like a skipping album
drowning in its
own repetition
Chris Jul 2015
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Summer dawns
just beyond
the screen door,
across the porch
Dew swept lawn,
emerald weave
shimmering moisture
collecting foot prints
strolling towards

An arched entryway
gingerbread trimmed
covered in jasmine
alive with rainbow
flutterings of
butterfly wings
partaking of
nature’s pure nectar  

Beneath it a
flagstone walkway,
abstract stones,
assorted shapes
and patterns
meandering through
lavender and hollyhock,
daisies and tulips

And upon it
you and me,
hand in hand
watching the sunrise
wash the sky
in floral hued quivers
as we welcome the
*morning together…
Good morning beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
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I wrote our initials in the sand
surrounded by a large heart
on a late summer afternoon
as the sun was setting,
then dove into a twilight ocean
waiting for the tide to come in
so that I could drown again
*deep within the love of us
Good night beautiful
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