I need to write you a love poem
My love.
Not Maytime and roses or lilacs in bloom.
But raging with heated passions
and darkest desires.

so much so that as you read it.
It will slow down time
to a motionless crawl
dragging out the seconds
Until you can return to my bed.

Filling your thoughts
with fire and blood red lust.
As dangerous as the charging rapids
of the mountain streams
after the winter snow melts.
as hot as the erupting lava of volcano.

So intense it burns away all propriety
As we feast on its wild ancient flavors.
So encapsulating
upon reading its words.
You will unfasten your hair
upon your shoulders
as you drop everything else in life
and run to me.

And when we again meet
No words
No words
No words
Let's not waste our breath
on words

Longings and desire
Floating down from dark skies
Shapes of old lovers
That weep in my eyes.

Breathes of hello
Bring songs of goodbyes
Hymns  of old lovers
With Passionate sighs

sounds wail from the cellar
Where they park all lost lies.
It's the ghost of old lover's
Weeping regrets and goodbyes.

The prison gates  are open
There's no cage or bars
Just thoughts made of haunting
And the gravity of stars.

In tune with the falling rain
the sidewalk sings
Umbrellas black and webbed
Like bats unfurled wings.

Moving to travel the city streets
Where hearts are tired
Too tired to sleep.

Far above my laptop fades
As in the torrents I must wade.
But in a train ride short and sweet
I have a family to greet
With children waiting  by the door
A dog that dances on the floor
And at the back my patient Wife
Handling all our daily life.

With rising bills and tightened money
She kisses me with a love you Honey.
My heart relaxes burdens unfurled
And all's worthwhile in my tiny world

For you
The moon and stars
And all my heart

Cornflower Blue

The day that I first saw you
With your eyes of cornflower blue
Love filled my heart forever
With your lovely cornflower hue

Time passes as it travels
We got married as lovers do
I swam a life of bliss
In pools of cornflower blue

Now old and frail
We still sit together
Just as old folks do

But when the sunlight
streams upon you
I see jewelled eyes
that sparkle.
In beautiful
cornflower blue

Silent drifting snowflakes
Touch the face like a mother's kiss.
The nights silence is now a Harbinger
A few stubborn leaves cling tenaciously
To the almost skeleton Silhouette of the trees.
Snowfalls first dusting, frames the World with
Ghostlike outlines with winters artistic brush.
Moonlight drifts from a sad Moon
It's backdrop a sallow winter sky
Gloating for it's victory over
the Weak remnant of late autumn.
A chill wind cuts through the stillness
It's icy fingers grasping the soul.
And once again as Spaceship Earth
Moves along its preordained path.
The slow journey  to a far off springtime
Has just begun.

The chirping of a
lonesome invading cricket
The only sound
on this summer night
The Broken silence of the house
Amplifies the sadness.

Outside the spilled moonlight
Collects in silvered pools
A tangled clematis
Beautiful in its radiance.

Clouds of prayers
wisp upwards to the heavens
And the reflections
of a billion barren stars
Create constellations of ghost.

Peering into the depths
of unknown tommorows
Seeking the one
to cure all loneliness forever.

Hearts knowing she is there
Even if unfound and unseen.
Just as the stars are there
In the daylight
when they too are unseen.