As a writer, you have sat with words bouncing in your mind
Thoughts and ideas ricocheting around
Words colliding with words
Splitting off pieces of the alphabet
Letters attracting and coagulating into new words
A collective style of thinking
That places you somewhere else
Multi thoughts workings that correlates
To new ideas on a page
Always observing
Truly collecting
Feelings, emotions, life
Forming, the coalescence of all
Trickling in your mind
Until, through your fingers and computer
Your thoughts take life
Pictures  you present
Coloured by others thinking
Images started by your thoughts
Expanding and rippling through readers
They reaching within to acknowledge the words
All seeing different
But all triggered by your ricocheting words.
                      
                                  Dan Gray
                                     2014

On one very still night.
In the midst of midwinter,
At the ending of one of those thaws.
It seemed as if all the wee people
Crept throughout the land,
Artistically spreading a white flocking
Inches deep on everything.
As dawn displayed this magic to the world,
Even those that hated winter,
Could see the beauty spread upon the land.
But beauty, being ever so fleeting
Should be enjoyed while one can.
For upon the first breath of wind
Moving an upper branch of a tree.
Shifting the ever so light snow
Till it slipped onto the next branch,
Collecting more of itself as it tumbled,
Growing into a micro avalanche,
Enough hitting the snow covered ground
With a muffled thump
Loud enough to startle a small dog by the trunk.
Leaving the tree standing naked against the sky
And winter shivering in ones sight.
                                                         Dan Gray
                                                      Januar­y 19, 2014

Oh, her earthy eyes.
Soft gentle mouth
Framed by hair;
The same as
A light coloured fawn.
Entice me,
To slowly reach my hand
Lift her chin;
Look deep into her soul.
To slowly.
Ever so lightly.
Express how I feel.
With a kiss.

Dan Gray

I lay here in the dim morning light,
Watching your ******* rise and fall.
In the air,
A tangled aroma of love.
As I run my fingers through your hair
You smile in your sleep.
My senses seek you out,
With my eyes I see your beauty.
With my heart I see your love.
A treasure to shape our life with.
My soul reaches out and sees its match;
Love radiating like a phosphorescent diatom
In the deep dark ocean depths.
I kiss your ear,
Slowly put my arm around you,
I cup a breast.
Snuggle up to you like a spoon
Enclosed in a silver service chest.
I soon fall back to sleep
Dreaming of what can be.  

                                        Dan Gray

My arms, they long to hold you
And to hug you close
My fingers to touch you
And to be run through your hair
My lips long to whisper in your ear
And to kiss your neck
My words to arouse you
And to make your heart beat
My breath to touch your *******
And feel your body react
I need to love you
And feel your love for me
These are but a few of my passions
And just the beginning of my love for you

Dan Gray

I sit and look over the Basin of Minas
Still waters reflect as fine as an optical mirror
The Cape juts out as the prow of some ancient ship
Eternally pushing its way through the long, slow tides
Acting as a wall separating Fundy from the Valley
It stands silhouetted against dark clouds that may hold rain
A white blanket of fog wraps itself slowly over the Cape
Standing out as bright as clean, white cotton
Molding itself over the land
As a blanket molds itself over a reclining person
Emotions are relaxed by the sight
Calm enters the soul with this view
Eternal beauty for all to see
Overlooked by the many
A sense of belonging envelopes me
Just as the fog envelopes the Cape.

Dan Gray