For 47 years, yes 47 years
I've been writing poetry
At times I feel I'm in control
At other times I feel it's controlling me

It has taken me up the mountain
It has hung me off the ledge
If you ask me, something ain't right
Perhaps it's all in this poets head

With poetry being an emotional thing
It pushes as it pulls
I take up it's bell and let it ring
That's about all I know how to do

I slap it left as it slaps me right
Right upside the head
Smack dab in the middle of tomorrow night
Where poetry has made up my bed

Because for 47 years, yes 47 years
I've been writing poetry
At times I feel I'm in control
While at other times I feel it's controlling me

I hear again the sound
of the sea
the water touching my toes

I feel once more
Those arms
that carry me while I am shouting
the same words-

        My love,
        no matter what...
        I love you forever!

We dance again
to the music of the rain
and play like children
like what we had been seeing
in our dreams before

I am yours
you are mine
We are destined to be one
forever

Today I got the urge to stand out in the pouring rain.
In the hope that maybe,
It might wash away the pain.
Wash away my sadness,
Wash away my fears,
And besides...in the pouring rain,
No one can see your tears.

Your eyes are the world's driest desert begging for the safe waters of destiny.

Irresistible fragrance of the lands of your skin hides a secret of the spring blomming with our burning love.

Under the touch of your delightful love
the world turned into a sunny flame all-embracing its warmth.
Under the touch of your burning love
I became the other half of the universe of fulfilled desires and feelings.
Under the touch of your infinite love
I see charming reflection of you in me everyday.
Under the touch of your omnipresent love
I went through the dark night of the soul
in the presence of the guardian of love and life.
Under the touch of your life-giving love
I became richer in higher feelings
which lead me on the maps of life
to you, my sweet  companion of amorous journey.
Moon envies us the glow of the full moon of our unity and love.

If I ever think I am not loved or just felt worthless,
all I have to do is think of
    someone - a friend or family
        who truly cares, and then everything
   comes in perspective.

© Pax