Sometimes I wish
That I could write
Those soft.....ethereal poems
That create dreamy escapes
Words that paint
Those pastel landscapes
You know.......Like..
As the cooling sun
Settled softly into
The rainbow hues
Of another day gone
As the slow velvet darkness
Diamond encrusted night
Gently descending
Like a warm soft blanket
On a chilly night while I lay......
                              ...dozing
She silently tiptoes away
My eyes reluctantly open
Just in time to see ...as she glances back
And I smile...that sleepy motion
And as...A different darkness descends
Where I dream of her
With warm and pristine
Memories and scenes
Then... Later... When I wake
Stiff and cold in the chilled air
Realizing that  I have ... fallen...
Asleep .....again
In my easy chair
The room is cold,empty and lonely
As I realize that nothing covers me
Except for my regrets....that its only
In those....my ..sleepy moments
That she is still here
To do for me
What she used to do
Before she....and life
With my wife... Our life...that
She has now ...passed on thru.