With an evening breeze
lifting your hair to rise
Leaving your smile on lips
I lose my disguise

Follow the twilight
twinkling fireflies
using shadows to hide
Peeping pixies go sigh

I love your undulation ,
thoughts are accerbating
The notions turn into touch
Your crush so embracing

You wore cherry flavored
lipstick head to toe
To this feat my tongue
was to be in the know

We embraced
in moon mountain time
Saving starshine sparkles like
Diamondhead of the mind

trolling bait wriggling under the moonlight
in the backseat of a sixty-five dodge dart
on the banks of the Rouge in Pontiac
Mich on a cold night
on a lonesome dirt road
with  sacks of sand  in the trunk
in case we got stuck
a long time ago
hope you think a time or two about that
like I do , Sue.

Sometimes a poet's muse
                            comes

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like     a
           puzzle
                           s  c  a  t  t  e  r  r  e  d
on
          the            marble
            
        of
                      his
                               imagination
    

       then
                   he
picks
              his     quill
with

                 his
                          witty
hands
                      
and arranges
his  thoughts
into a poem.

Lets count the stars tonight
Under the comfort of dreams
Just you and me
Lets count the stars each night
Until the end of my life
For the rest of your life
Count them down to one
When the star that warms the day
Comes crawling over the distant
And cast shade over us
Then let us rest under this tree
Planted by you
Planted by me
Under the comfort of dreams
Where we will lay until the sun sleeps
Then lets count the stars again
And again and
again
Till we have counted every one
And recorded every breath
And felt every beat
And died over and over
In each others arms
While counting the stars
Under the comfort of dreams

I remember the births of my sons
And I remember the days
They first held their own babies
And the good times and the bad
That have made up our lives
There have been friends and others
Who have come and gone
With the endless flow of time
And constant change

I remember seeing a shower
Of shooting stars in the sky
And watching swans awaken
In the light of a cold dawn
And hearing wonderful music
Which thrilled me to my spine
And singing with the band
Then partying through the night

I remember the first time I felt old
And feeling vulnerable out there
On the streets that were my home
I remember watching my best friend
Dying in a local hospital bed
And I remember his widow
Clutching my hand as she wept
As we stood by his coffin

All these things and so much more
I'll remember 'til I die

                                      By Phil Roberts