I remember that song we sang
Back in 1962
We never thought we'd see
changes like that
Like the ones that we lived through
  
And I remember that song we sang
Back in 1975
The war was finally over then
And we stopped getting high
  
I remember that song we sang
Back in 1982
The one that made our eyes well up
And flow the mourning dew
  
I remembered you today
In each and every way
How the lights and the stars would dance
When you walked that way
  
Victoria, I wish I knew
and I wish how I could say
All the things that I felt for you
Well, they never went away
  
Even now, when I hear your tune
Hummingbirds feel love that way
And no, I can't ever have you back
But, a man can dream away
Dream away, anyway
  
I still remember that song we sang
And I sing it every day
I still remember that song we sang
And I sing it every day
Every day

Endless love
Held on fingertips
Waiting to caress your cheek

Confession of love
Lingering on my lips
To dance with yours they seek

He made me glow like
the moon. He made me
bloom like the flowers
of spring. But most of
all he made the
butterflies
cocooned in
me break
free* ~

Something to love more than myself
someone to love with good cheer, and good health
you don’t feel quite so alone when there’s someone to call
Yes, someone to love/to cherish and love/Yes, someone to have
Yeah, to have and to hold
the family you’ve sewn /you've stitched together
you can call, call, call - them your own
quilted parts that know your soul, and your heart
you’ve weaved them together /they’re now all part of your home
something to love so you’re never alone
no never alone --
then there's that man, man, man --
who understands, and makes you feel whole --
that man, man, man
that understands every bit of your mind, and your soul

Poetry just might be love
     or just so the other way around.

I tell you,my dear
a day never passes without,
     (well hardly a day)
without a thought or two of
you and you and you,

bound as we are
      by blood,
              by tears,
       by laughter
or some common dream or enterprise.

You sing in my poems
       and my neurons fire for you.

Either I love you because I cannot forget you
       or the other way around.

So, my love, I offer you this poem.
      (So, my poem, I offer you this love).

*December, 2015

Holding hands is not just for crossing the street
But to squeeze each other hands under the sheet
Is the little joy we find these days in contentment:

You are
The whisper of wind
That tickles my neck.
The music
That makes me dance.
The bird
That lands so close.
The rain
That soaks me to the bone.
The perfume
That brings me to tears.
The threadbare blanket
That keeps me warm.
The voice
That speaks through photos.
The song
That sings in my heart.
The memories
That are never far.
You are.

When her soul's in pain
Verily I bleed;
Tis because we art soulmates
Soulmates indeed.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)