ian was my cloud-castle
ian was my dream.

the love was always the love
with my ian.

i was his beautiful bird
he was my beautiful boy

he was my gentleness of heart
he was all my day and all of my night

i love my ian for ever.

when i come back it will always be
beth and ian.

Maybe my heart will
stop crying all night long,
and I will be able to sleep

Maybe you will stop
walking in my dreams
like you’re still mine

Maybe my eyes
will forget yours,
and I won’t weep

Maybe my skin won’t
crave your touch, and
my hand won’t ache
to be held by yours

My Writing Style

I try to write in different styles.  I don't want to be put in a box.  I try to mix different styles together and create new styles of writing.  Poetry, prose, playwright, proverbs, and other styles of writing I mix together and try to create a new style of writing.  I'm still haven't truely developed my own true style of writing.

Written by: Keith Edward Baucum

Love and Loyalty

Love stood before Loyalty her soon to be husband and a chapel full of wedding guests wearing a crown of olive leaves, dressed in light, and holding a bouquet of pink lilies.  Love and Loyalty looked into each other's eyes and exchanged vows.

LOYALTY:  My world revolves around you.  My dream of making you my wife has become a reality.  I promise to cherish you and treat you like royalty.  I promise to stand by your side and help you chase after your dreams.  I promise to hold you in my arms and keep you safe for all eternity.  

LOVE:  I've been waiting on this moment ever since my heart took it's first beat.  Like doves flying on the winds of peace I promise to uphold this marriage above the clouds of serenity.  I too will stand by your side and help you chase after your dreams.  I will be there for you in your time of need or when ever you just want me by your side.

Surrounded by all the virtues Love and Loyalty kissed.

Written by: Keith Edward Baucum

My heaven is in you.

Your kisses felt as soft as the cherry blossoms,
as sweet as the smell of the grass and the woods,
as warm as the sunshine in April,
Yes, I truly love you and the beauty of spring!

Her side of the bed's
warm as a hug
she just left for work
closing the door like a book
I'll later pick up
and lose myself in
in the pages of her return.
For our lives are written
one little word at a time,
line by line,
chapter after chapter.

Loving you has
become routine

I can’t break
routine, can I?