~

Even the
    loneliest
  of days
      eventually
          end

I am so
     thankful
    mine always
         end with
              *you

-

Another
   lonely day
  without you
     finds me
  shaking my
     fists at
        a clock
     with tired
              *arms

~

If ever a notion
has tickled the air
swept over clouds
destined to share

Captured a breeze
traveling far
soared past the moon
neath every star

Above the hills
valleys below
whispering words
caught in the flow

Touching the trees
firefly dreams
twilight endearment
magical themes

It is the thought
in this poem I write
sending my love
*to you on this night

♡

I carved your name
in a heart,

it was my heart...

I hope the scar
*is permanent

...

Why, when the world sleeps
do the young starlings fly,
black wings on a moonless night
challenging winds of southern flow,
fighting urges forced by
internal compass points
to land where it is low
and voices creep from behind
misted shuttered windows,
murmuring moans
and tethered breaths,
fingered flesh in candle flame,
longing scraps to fill their bellies
for hunger persists
even in the throes of love,
and they wait on silent branches,
crooked beams of support
wanting merely a taste…just one taste

~

As I walk this path,
I draw the night sky
on my skin,
cosmic outlines,
embedded darkness,
the softest touch
of heart shaped ink,
and I imagine you
tracing a similar image,
caressing these dreams
while wishing upon
the brightest star
glistening above,
walking the same path
in your part of the world
drawing us closer together
with each moonlit step
*we take

-

Held beyond oblivion,
shackles cut the flow,
chains of rusted memories
wrapped tightly
around my windmill brain
Squeezing life, in or out,
pooling on a jagged earth
Grimacing contorted gestures
and pointed fingers heckle
as I am dragged through the streets
of my misshapen thoughts
Over cobblestone alleys,
dark lonely walls splattered in
pig blood graffiti
spelling my name wrong
Dripping slowly, staining brick
and off color facades
changing by the day,
exposing expressions
of those shunned
in the face of popularity

_

That **** alarm again,
I roll out of bed
not wanting to wake you
it was a late night,
you need the rest

I shower and get
dressed for work
then make my way
through the dark
into the kitchen

As quietly as I can
I pour the flakes
into a bowl
add milk and sugar,
yep, breakfast

I turn and am startled
you are smiling at me,
then kiss me with so much passion
It would burn my toast,
had been making some

Then you whisper in my ear
so soft and sensual,
“Couldn’t you be a little late today?”
I smile and follow you back to bed
No alarm needed now….

~

If I were
  a yoyo,
   there’d be
  no need
     to wait
for me to
  come back up…
   because
  I’d never
     leave your
         *hand

~

Passion sings
on blue note pillows,
down filled ecstasy
midst satin linens
stealing midnight
in each others arms
falling satisfied
past lilac dreams
and calla lily shadows
floating above
slumbering affection
of two hearts
made for each other
peacefully awaiting
that first kiss
of the new day
when passion will
*sing once again

~

Her smile
  is a precious gem
glowing in the pendant
  of my heart
   every time
she wears it
    *because of me

-

This is my spot, just outside these green coffee house doors,
my piece of sidewalk, my place in this world
A small square of concrete where I try to bring smiles
to those in a hurry, hustling past, chasing their lives

Opening the case, I bring out my constant companion
I love her feel, smooth and perfect, she fits so nicely in my hands
Her neck like soft butter against my calloused fingers
A black Takemine cutaway, my favorite guitar, my best friend

There was a time when I would make eye contact,
cast a smile and a thank you at those who would stop and listen
But times have changed, people aren’t as friendly, smiles aren’t
what they used to be and the frowns just bring me down

Now from beneath my hat all I see are legs and shoes, it amazes me
all the different shoes, what they say about a person. Shiny shoes,
maybe a quarter, nice high heels a dollar or two, sneakers,
worn and tattered, my best customers, a five may fall when they pass

It’s not much, but it is a living at least for me and it’s not really a job
I don’t have to be here, I want to…playing music for strangers, for me
It’s kind of like writing poetry, only you listen instead of reading
and the coins and bills finding my case…comments, but better

I start today the same as every other day, with our song,
the one we sang together in school, the song we related too…funny
She was my heart, the one that got away…so what, I never got over her
It’s my deal not yours…I press the strings, fingers preparing to play

She was the love of my life, we were meant to be, at least I thought so
but after school we went in different directions, it happens I guess,
that was so many years back…I lost track of her long ago,
but my mind never did and I suppose my heart didn’t either…I play

A few coins trickle in…shiny shoes, wingtips…feeling sorry money,
but that’s okay with me, it’s food or few beers eventually
Then a ten spot hits the felt, gorgeous high heels, those with a red sole
I know my smile is growing as I arrive at the chorus

“And you fly away today, and you fly away tomorrow”    
When I hear a melodic voice singing along with me, it is the high heels,
the harmony is perfect and beautiful and…sounds so **** familiar…
I lift my head up to see…it is her, after all of these years...it is her

'

Here seeking shelter from nature’s born fury
Standing alone on the ground as it swells
Rising this river to flood bounded glory
Bringing the gloom of its rain induced spells

Drenched in a moment of desperate hours
Closing my eyes in the face of the pour
Clinging to heights, falling prey to the showers
Digging in deep as I can’t take much more

Fearing my life as the walls start to crumble
Mortar and stone fade away forth the storm
Thundering skies speak in voices a’ rumble
Sinister sounds beneath clouds that now form

When in the distance my eyes find a gleaming
Flowing white gown of embroidered attire
Casting the waters in fingertip dreaming
Beaming of sun on a windswept desire

Rose petal sails full abloom on this river
Taming the waves of a heart nearly broke
Sending my smile on an un-ending quiver
Hearing the echoes of love as they’re spoke

There in her eyes is a safety now waiting
Arms open wide as I reach for her hand
Straight to my stead westward flows navigating
My footing escapes as I no longer stand

Falling in deep I find darkness surrounding
Gasping for breath as the end it does call
Gazing the depths with my pulse loudly pounding
Longing her touch now to capture my fall

Drifting in silence of wishes found needing
So very close was my dream almost true
When in a flash now the waters receding
Breaking the surface, enchanting the view

And as I breathe in the air’s sweetened flavour
Merely her touch sends my mind in a spin
Caught in the whirl of a goddess to savour
Now I do feel my heart beat once again

Lifting, she pulls me from seas overflowing
Holding me close neath the heavens above
Gently a kiss brings her light to me glowing
*Endlessly now I shall drown in her love

-

Why can’t I see past the buildings,
skylines obstructing my view,
collecting on the curb
with doorways and steps
inviting to someone else I suppose

Still I push past,
hugging the shoulder
of a rush hour highway
Staring into windows
as they pass, staring back

Exits signs point at me
but I can’t listen
Their warnings make no difference
in cloverleaf grumblings
and exhaust fume skywriting

One foot in front of the other,
worn converse high tops
gray, the greens are lost
with the sunset that breathes down my neck
reaching for one more moon rise

No rest, still creeping alongside
sleeping 18 wheelers purring
on their asphalt mattresses,
straddling yellow lines
leading to the bathrooms…not a chance

27 miles the sign reads
in reflective lettering calling out to me
It seems like nothing,
compared to what is behind me now…
My life or what it was

But that is no longer my concern,
my future is now 22 miles away
Where your arms are waiting,
holding my future…open, warm
and I begin running faster

Another 10 to go, down main streets
with coffee shops and beauty parlours,
one traffic light and a train station
a kid on a bike delivering newspapers offers me a ride
No need, it’s just around this corner…

On the lawn is a flamingo,
plastic and pink behind a white picket fence
with a gate that creaks and a porch light comes on…
illuminating my dream…as I see you,
it has finally come true

~

A playful sun
  peeks over
   a slumbering
  horizon,
     tickling the
   dawn with
      daffodil giggles
  and flirtatious
   touches,
    awaking the
      new day
         with a smile

Just as I do
  when opening
    my eyes
     to see this
     same cheerful
   sunrise glowing
      through
   our window,
      illuminating
        my beautiful
          new day
            *that is you

-

A springtime Sunday evening
Twilight filters in
The setting sun has made its run
Then disappears again

Crickets sing their melody
Scattered by the breeze
Their song does flow, soft and slow
Through branches in the trees

A scent so pure and fragrant
Sweetly comes your way
Staring high, the moon lit sky
Your mind begins to stray

The grass is so inviting
Soft against your feet
You wear no shoes, this you choose
In this night time retreat

Stars like gemstones twinkle
Patterns up above
True designs so you may find
This one that you do love

Your dreams are freely flowing
When on this evening new
A smiling face, you long to trace
Whispers I love you

You wonder how this happens
For he is not so near
How from above, he sends his love
To calm your every fear

The answer finds your smile
And of this you are sure
The words he writes, you every night
*Proves you he does adore

Lonely days,
clouds of wishful thoughts,
cut grass desires linger,
fallen petal emptiness
scattered on damp sidewalks,
bleeding into the cracks
forming of fingers reaching

With pen in hand
I stare off into distant verses,
favored phrases,
seeking words to express
the missing I feel,
vacancies with no room
in a space of nothing,
four walls, open doors
no exits

when she is away
and I wait, wilting
a feather without a wing
for the end of these
lonely days...

dreaming of tomorrow

_

Dear Mr. Moon,

Please let me see
your wondrous light
wash over me

And take this love
I hold inside
spread it across
your evening sky

And let it flow
to every star
glistening bright
so very far

In hopes that she
will feel it too
when her eyes gaze
this night at you

For she is who
my heart does miss,
please Mr. Moon

Sincerely,
*Chris

~

She sat in a
  lonely field crying
    amidst daises wishing
  for her smile,
      when along crawled
         a green caterpillar
    She cradled it
        tenderly
          in her hands
  
and between
      tear drops
        made a wish…

The caterpillar
  glistened
    as she suddenly
  sprouted
      colorful wings
    and happily flew
        away from the
    cocoon of sadness
      that had held her,
       
 with her new
       found friend
          *by her side

~

A pale orange glow
slips past the darkness
in soft patterns
of a waking dawn

I hold you close,
nestled to my chest
watching as you sleep,
enchanted by your beauty

Slow tempo’d breathing
lulls me sweetly as
your eyelids flutter,
gradually opening

You see me and smile,
that beautiful smile
I look forward to each day,
I return the gesture

I kiss you tenderly,
feeling my lips melt
into yours as my heart
once again skips a beat

“Good morning beautiful”
I whisper as I kiss you again
then sigh, gazing upon you,
knowing I am a fortunate man

And I just lie there
wide awake and in love
at the start of another
*wonderful day