It is

the web

inside

your eyes

that my words

are caught

within,



but not

struggling to

get free,



but instead

struggling to

express.



the beauty

of you,

the touch of

your princess

smile.



the open

sky oceans

in which you

dream,



do not take

pity on  

those of

us that

dream.



searching now

looking

for you

moving past

just outside

this midnight

sky..



we  are

for these

few moments

tangents of

heart,



that have

collided into

this moment.



and I cannot

resist.



no more

than this rain

outside my

window

could ever

fall upward

instead

of following

it's God-given

path to Earth.



and so

I write now

to you.



to these poems

reaching for

a single star,​



and to

whatever

fortunes

your tides

may bring.

You hold

things deep,



Your whispers

are like

the wind

across a

daisy white

topped meadow.



and things of

darkness do

not find

you for

long.



your heart

is too

bright,



your loves

too deep.



and life

is a rainbow

between us

with each

of us

trying to

bridge the

other side.



and nothing

will ever

stop

my wondering

of you,



like a

child amazed

by his

reflection

in a pond.



because I

know we were

meant to

be a part

of our

poet thoughts

and dreams

to one another,



that of which

I am certain.



as the

moon follows

the sun

and then

the sun follows

the moon.



such are

we in

this poet

night.

Put my

head on your

belly and

;let us

lie under

the grace of

this Christian

sky of blue.


Piece with

me all

of the wonders

and circumstance

and tell

me how this

life has

made you

you.

and I will

laugh and

celebrate and

dance through

your heavenly

journey.


and your

voice will

be a river

for me

to glide

upon,


and your

hand will

be a rudder

to guide

my way,


to these

places of

you that

you have

offered few.

your words

like black and white

pearls you

birth to

me and

the depth

of your eyes

is a great

ocean to

dream upon.


I the pauper

you the

music for

all to hear.

and in

this universe,

in the wink

of an eye


you are

everything.

In your

words I

have come

to embrace you.

in your shadows

and in your

light.


your poems

feel like

warm slippers

upon my feet.


comfortable and

full of conscience

like a

break in

an ocean's wave


or a hug

from an old

friend when

you most

needed it.


and open are

your eyes

to the world

and open is

your heart

to those

of us here,


who reach out

to drink more

of you,


like a fine wine

slipping smooth

and easy

down my

.parched old

throat.


I could

live my

life drunk

on you.


and still

I would

still be

wanting more.


like an

old pirate

on high

seas dancing,


still I

would be

wanting more.

I could sit

on this beach

with you

till eternity

tires and

makes it

way to

weary rest.


we could

drink coffee

between friends

and spin

and toss

a midnight

naked tale

or too.


and truth

and honesty

would bathe

us and

patience and

friendship

would take

us gently

by the

hand,


just as if it

had been waiting

for us here

for a life

time.


or if

this moment

as all

we have


look

into your

eyes and

forget all

else,

and you

would be

well with

me,

and I would

be your

caretaker

at your

side.

and nothing

else

would matter,


but this

single star

I see in

the sky

tonight.

In a baptism

of you,

Your poems

of grace and

good

flow over me.


a blessing

to be sure.


for this

tired and weary

soul of

mine.


open your

gypsy eyes

and let

my imagination

swim deep,


and let me

drink of your

angel smile.


and let our

eyes dance

to the thousand

moments of

love that

in our lives

that we

have lived

and lost.


and as

I grasp

your hand

and our bones

reach out

to grow old

together,


let us

sit for

awhile

and bask

in the warmth

that our

words will

never be

alone.


and our

poems will

always find

resting places

in one another's

hearts,


and dreams,

and promises

unanswered...

Nothing must
ever be
left
unsaid
between
us.

or we
risk the
chance that
we may
truly
be lost.

nor midnight
whispers
unspoken,

nor morning
sighs seeking
refuge
unanswered

nor bleeding
promises
forsaken

to dust.

all are the
treasures
of you
I keep.

this moment
this embrace

they are
the seeds

of all
we might
ever
become

together.