~

And my smile grows…of you

When clouded days appear
yet still I find sunshine is brightly filling each corner of my heart
glowing with every thought that illumines me… of you

“Your light finds me through a the dense charcoal mist”

When winds blow a’ gusty scattering of dust,
as I find the air sweet as magnolia petals saved in my pocket,
brings me the unforgettable fragrance… of you

“The sweet breath of your nature flows over me”

When soaring heat batters my crimson skin,
but the cool breeze of love soothes my sunburned shoulders
in affections softly flowing from the fingertips...of you

“Cool spring zephyrs wrap your love about my body”

When I sit in a darkened space, alone with only my dreams
and a teardrop finds my cheek in a glistened falling line
happily, as I relive each eternal memory…of you

*“And my smile grows…of you”

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Picture Perfect

It is within this channeled dream,
along a corridor of white washed hope
that simmering shadows form an outline
captured of a view beyond the eastern fence

I breathe in the mist now lingering
of sunrise wishes, sweet to the taste,
tempting to every desire which amounts to only one
when photographs found are of us

Small pieces of a longed for past,
squares of colored sequences collected in a box
Blue and gold ribbons concealing
each heartfelt moment of what was supposed to be

I hold this celluloid memory close to my face,
your smile leaps from the glossy film
reaching for my heart with lilac fingers
and I open myself…wishing it were so

If only your eyes could see mine,
gazing affectionately at what I hold in my hand,
wanting only to be like this photograph once again
the two of us…picture perfect…in love

Fade to faded photographs
You know the ones
A battlefield from long ago
Broken horses
Broken cannon
Broken men
Faded broken men.

Fade to faded photographs
You know the kind
A desert scene from long ago
Wild ponies
Feathered lances
Proud warriors
Faded broken lifeways.

Fade to faded photographs
You know the places
The ones so hard to find
Clear waters
Untamed wilderness
All God's creatures
Faded fading landscapes.

Fade to faded photographs
You know their names
Seats of power then and now
Wooden desks
Feather pens
Prideful men
Faded broken promises.  

r ~ 4/27/14

Please wait 'til I get home
Wait 'til I no longer see
state lines and skylines
because I swear things will be
different
and we will be
different
and I'll sing you to sleep
and touch your face
and love you until
the end of time.

Happy time as it floats up
high, connected as one balloon
to string to me as it follows
me up high.

Its like my friend, I take it
everywhere I go, its blue and
red with green shapes and
the thread is orange its my own
rainbow floating above every
where I go.

I run around, I stand still and
stare, but in my happiness I
loosen my grip, and off it floats
in to the air.I try to grab it my
father too, but my friend is lost
to the sky, away it floats in to the blue.

My tears do flow, I have lost my
rainbow, its now a rainbow for
everyone who looks up to see.
Maybe it will make others have
a happy smile, my friend is gone
by my dad is here, he pulls a funny
face and once again a smile can be seen.