Everyday
Cloud pillows
Laugh and play
Before my eyes
and
Beneath my skin
All day long
My heart a puppy
as
Blank pages fill
with
Painted words
from
Walking dreams
Free from fears
within
My lust for love
in
The chambers of my heart
Truth of gold
and
Buried truth
and
Ache and hurt
and
Storm and dream
For your name
Carved in tree
I wait beneath
Your every breath
In helpless state
Dreams do bind
in
This pleasant dreaming
Where your heart was bloomed
Haunting
Countless moons
with
These mad visions
With suns heart and breath
I fall to death
and
I welcome moon and star
and
Clouds whisper
Everyday and every moment
I have discoverd
The miracle of paper

On which I have written
These thirty-six poems
All ending in
With the same words
And I could do the same
Another thirty-six days
Or thirty-six years
Or thirty-six forevers
And feel nothing
But grateful
For each time
Each moment
I had been
Lucky enough
To feel them
To the point
That I had to
Put blood to heart
Pull soul from marrow
And put pen to paper
And write them
Once again

I love you