yes, you are, I proclaim, the love of my life
not the spirits of wondering thoughts
but in the flesh, warm, human touch
oh how I quiver, as your breath tickles my neck
your sturdiness holding the limpness of my body
seeming to know that my strength, tho fleeting
is resurected with just one kiss from you
your whispered words are from a magical land
those images dancing in my head, teasing my eyes
the mixing of colors and glorious sounds are too much
then, as we wrap ourselves around each other
we know our love will never cease

my flux capacitor does not have
the jigawatts to take you
to the future
so I guess your stuck with me here

words flow from the spigot of my mind
as they empty into the drain
only the residue remains
before they dry up, I'll pen these
thoughts of you
in a hurry state I'll rearange them
making the perfect sentence
then rearange them again
making another perfect sentence
but as the last word evaporates
around the drain, I realize that
the only perfect sentence is
I LOVE YOU

to begin each day with a yawn and a smile
is a blessing
to rise from your bed and feel your toes
is a double blessing
to love and be loved
is a gift from above
spread it around

In the twilight of the day
sits a dusty old soul
bent over
the years have taken their toll
his bony fingers, tossing pebbles
watch them sink, to the bottom
of the gentile flowing stream
counting backwards
in hopes to recapture his youth
time is a constant, life has an ending
and this pile of pebbles, that dam the stream
perhaps it will delay the end
if only for one more day

as I pick up this guitar, and wonder were you are
I'm hoping this melody will take me far
cause deep in my mind, my thoughts, all askewed
and the words I write are only for you
can I tantilize you with my clever prose,or perhaps
indulge you in our afternoon naps
while we listen to dylan, in all his poetic verse
and try to rid ourselfs of our brought on curse
then we can walk the fields, frolick in their colors
mix and match, till we love again with each other

through the misty haze appears a form
none of which I have seen before
so elegant the lines flow, top to bottom
my thoughts are standing-room-only
as they crowd my mind with questions
anticipating the who or what before me
silently the shape takes form, reveals itself
my lovely bride,in all your soaring elegance
are no match for the sirens of the seas
for they are but a myth, and you are here with me
take my hand, lay with me, let us begin this journey