I wish,
I can stop the night,
and wait for you,
when the day comes,
with cheering songs,

I wish,
I can stop the day,
and wait for you,
when the night falls
and stars kiss your lips,

I wish,
I can stop the light
chasing darkness,
and wait for you,
in the home of Gods,  

I wish,
I can stop this life,
and wait for you,
when my heart is a new,
in every birth to come,

I wish,
I can stop time,
and wait for you,
when our souls meet
in the Elysian Fields,

I wish,
I can stop the sea,
and wait for you,
swimming in the mystical
waters of eternal love.

I hear the air rushing
Through your mask
To your lungs
It’s a mean old task
Things said and unsung
I know you love me
And I have to be strong
I love you too
Because together we belong
I know I need to be patient
As I know you’re very ill
Sadly you’re not ancient
But I’m here for you until
The time You no longer need me
But I will need you still!
Losing you just isn’t right
I‘ll still hear you breathing through the night!
But when you’re gone
I’ll be the dying swan!

I love the way you look at me
And the way you snug up to me
You are so special to me
Especially when you cuddle me

I love the way you wimpier
When you have a dream
And your little legs are moving
When you’re fast asleep

And when you jump up
When I leave the room
And when I’m trying to brush up
You run off with my broom

I love the way you listen to me
Your head goes side to side
And when I say walkies
You’re ready by my side

My visiting the library
A shelvers' nightmare
Thumbed through books
Painstakingly sought out
Piles of books
Circled around the table
Waiting for their place
In numerical order
Oh what joy they brought
Such knowledge to me
My hands blackened
From the print
Tough decision to make
Which ones to leave behind
Perhaps a dog-eared page
Will lead me to my find

You walk into a secret garden in the middle of a hidden alcove
The hawks are flying high and the silent sky whispers stay a while
On the fence are morning glories climbing up towards the sun
there is a bench that awaits you, strewn atop the wood, a rose  
It has been sent to you by your guardian angel with a message,  
" you are loved, beyond all measure",
So many flowers growing, blooming , reaching , scenting this place
peppered carnations of strong, orange marigolds of fired beauty,
California poppies, dainty flowers with lacy faces
day lilies, cornflower blue beauties, all here to bless you
Come rejoice and heal in this garden of hope and dreams
Allow yourself the pleasure of smiling, become whole again
Beneath the tutelage of  faith you can be part of this scene ,  
so bloom,  of your own accord .

July 31, 2020

Purple Flowers
On the bowers
The colour made up of red and blue
A beautiful smell and Awesome hue
A colour of passion
A kind of fashion
A purple pleasure
To admire at leisure!