Yet, where is the fun

When my best friends tonight
won't know me, come morning?

Her Scent
came wafting to me
drifting over the waters
floating through the air
fluttering amongst the woods
waving along the shores
of the Sea
of my Mind,
faintly perceived...
Entangling me in a Reverie,
Transcending
my state of Presence,
my Existence
to a place
where She stood
Alone
Smiling
and
her Scent
lingering
over my Senses...
becoming one with my Breath..
Absolute Bliss!

What else one can ask for?

I want a kid,
I want to teach someone the way I wish I was taught.
I want to play like I'm;
Two
Five
Six
Eight
Eleven.
I want to be like my father before me.
I want to be like my father.

When a poet loves an artist
something
Oh, something
Clicks
In a way where
her art
becomes
his word.
his words spent
trying
Oh, trying
To capture the beauty that is her work
Like the tide to the shore
He'll throw himself into attempts
Only to find
he can only bring with him
The surface.