Jul 2015
~
Sometimes I don’t say it
as eloquently as I should
Words run from me
disappearing over mountain tops
In the last phrases of my day
when moon light seeps in
Through opaque glass
and curtains of lace promises
I clutch tightly my pillow
wishing it were you
Hoping that tonight’s dream
will give me a hint
Like some painted message
on marshmallow clouds
Drawing lingering lines
in star to star whispers
Chasing firefly flickerings
with a mayonnaise jar
Trying to capture your heart
in a twilight whimsy
Within the verses of a poem
written on a breeze
Floating across
midnight skies of woven stanzas
Eloquently or not…
*of my love for you
Sometimes I don’t say it
as eloquently as I should
Words run from me
disappearing over mountain tops
In the last phrases of my day
when moon light seeps in
Through opaque glass
and curtains of lace promises
I clutch tightly my pillow
wishing it were you
Hoping that tonight’s dream
will give me a hint
Like some painted message
on marshmallow clouds
Drawing lingering lines
in star to star whispers
Chasing firefly flickerings
with a mayonnaise jar
Trying to capture your heart
in a twilight whimsy
Within the verses of a poem
written on a breeze
Floating across
midnight skies of woven stanzas
Eloquently or not…
*of my love for you
Good night beautiful
