She told  me that my words  took  her breath and
would I please write something to again take her
breath.

Reaching for you, my letters now strung together
in loops and curves, I send them to you, spilled
from  this  heart  in everyday  ink.

It started in I think was around 1965.  0n a warm
summer day at the Country Club pool when we
were so young. Our eyes met and if love has a place
and way of being I was lost in the Heaven of your eyes.
Love but wanderlust of the soul found home from
the first errant kiss to last shared breath beneath
wondrous star strewn Heavens.

Yet Heaven pales to the beauty of your eyes. Kiss me,
love me again. Let me be once more within their light.

I believe in the power of words. If I can succeed
in making someone smile and think more positive
about themselves, I feel truly blessed. Writing poetry
is the catalyst in my quest for authenticity and the
conduit through which I express my deepest thoughts
and emotions.
                                                       ­                                    Jon York  2025

I  traveled  the  world,
experienced adventures,
overcame obstacles,
transcended dark nights
of the soul just to find
my treasure in your
magical baby blue eyes.

Even  though  the  night
takes my sight, my mind
is still fixed with thoughts
of you and even  while
we  are apart I  can  still
have you  here  with  me.

The reunion of two souls
inseparably  connected
having known each other
from the beginning of time.

Let  my  mind  wrap  its
thoughts around you and
caress everything it can
and let my lips speak as
a kiss.

Let my arms  carry  away
any loneliness, let my eyes
devour all the troubles within
your  sight.

                                                                                               Jon York 2025

Lying  in a soft Kansas  meadow
with my dog and the  cows close
by under a diamond studded
sky  on  a  cold  winter  night
vibrating  with magic,  I read
your story written in the stars.

Marveling  at  the  full  moon
I  see your face looking at me,
your moonbeam eyes reading
my  innermost  being  like an
open book.

One  soul  we  are  in  many
different manifestations looking
down on earth with compassionate
moonbeam eyes.

But  I  like the  one where you
are sitting on a rock and a
hundred times you brush your
hair, a golden wave flowing to
your hips, as you long for my
gentle touch.
                                                          ­                                  Jon York   2025

The  words I  write in  my poems
are like an open book of my heart.

Long  ago  one  night  your voice
became my favorite sound. There
was  no  going  back  for  me.

Even  now,  so many  years  since,
I still seek tunes of you, vibrations
of  your  truth  as  before.

Yes  your  voice is still my favorite
music. My desired song.

Thank  you  for  not  sealing  shut
my open book.
                                                                                                 Jon York   2025

In 2025
Be Brave
Be kind
Be happy
Be creative
Be you.

Even  with  all  the  greed and
stupidity  and  terrible  things
that  we're  all  facing, reading
in  the  news, or  experiencing,
just want to be alive. Just want
to  breathe  and do your work.

In  2025  start  dreaming  and
scheming  about  who  you're
going to  be  in the  new  year.

Dream until your dreams come
true.
                                                                                               Jon York 2025

I cherish how you make me feel,
I cherish how you always deal.

I cherish how you gaze at me,
I cherish how you think and see.

I cherish how you make me truly glad,
I cherish how you wipe away my feeling sad.

I cherish how you protect me with such care,
I cherish how, for me, you're always there. 🤍

You and I . . . we are embers from the same fire,
we are dust from the same star, we  are  echoes
of the same love.

I  love how you are deciphering  the  code  you
left  yourself before  you came  into  this  life.

I  love  your  renegade  soul  and I  love  your
ever-deepening baby blue eyes as you peer into
the heart of your own darkness.

I  love how you're  making  yourself  more
receptive to truths in their wild states.

I  love how you can  lose yourself  in  passion
but never shirk your commitment to the good
and the  true.

I love how you  never  bare  a  grudge against
the mountains that are in your way but  rather  
just work  to  get around  them.
                                                   ­                                           Jon York  2024