Hold these

words tight and with

deep meaning,

just beneath

your breath.



let my thoughts

flow like

a river through

you bending

and rising

to fall.



take your thirst

of love and

emotion from

me,



and never let

my spirit go.



and may

my kisses

on a breeze

take your

breath away,



just as God

had intended.



and when this

life is said

and done,

and the

road no longer

rises to meet

your feet,



and this last

sunset becomes

all you will

ever see,



let it be our

sunset,



and rejoice

in the million

shared smiles

we have shared,

in my poems



to you,

may you

read them

over and

over again.

till the end

of days..



and at the

moment of

your last thought

may you  smile and

simply say "yes I

loved and was

loved by

the many and

by the

few.and

deep in

my words



for a hundred

years and more.

may you

forever sleep

my love.

It's a
us day,

lying your
daydreams
against
the hard
back bark
of a
tilted
sycamore
tree,

watching
the child
of your
past
rise
up in
your eyes
to meet

me.


so many
changes
between
then and
now.

young
and old.

so many
impressions
and curves
etched
on the
character
of our
lives

no longer
afraid to
look in
the mirror,

without
a prayer
first,

to ease
the view
of our
hearts.

and I

for now
I will
never
let anything
hurt
you,

or bring
you down.

or let
you ever
be cold,

you have
my words
to wrap
around
you

for all
of that.

may you
read me
and feel
me,

for all
the days
of your
life.

under this
sycamore
tree and

open sky..


could
anything else
be more

beautiful than

that.

I dream
just outside
your smile.

just close
enough
for you
to know
that I
am there.

brushing
your hair
with a
touch,

moving
to reach
for your
hand with

a thought.

in a
moment
of my
own
redemption,

and stars
shine
brighter
in your
eyes,

than I
have ever
seen
before.

and what's
to think
of this
moment,

but to
live it
with all
of my
heart.

and balance

with the

universe.

and nothing

could touch

me more,



but the

simple gift

of your

smile,



and for

you to

acknowledge



we are here.

There is
a prelude
to your
smile,

and my
thoughts
some days
bask
there,

like a
jungle
cat
in shade
on a
steamy
hot jungle
afternoon.

and I
drift in
and out
of dreams,

like a
boat
arching
above
and below
the crests
of each
approaching
ocean wave.

not caring
of height
or depth
or direction
or wind,

but only
that I
am with
you for
this moment
sharing
this space
in time,

and dancing
with you
in God's
full view.

and suddenly
at midnight

my time

I imagine

you waking
far across the

Atlantic ocean,

sleep blossoms

still in your eyes,


and suddenly I

see your smile,



and righteously

this moment

becomes
the best
dream

of all.

You are

the sunrise

to my

morning

every

morning,



the bringer

to light

and warmth

and the

vanquisher

of shadow

dreams.



you are

the gate

keeper

to all

that lies

inside you,



and I the

pauper

that stands

before your

gate.



one hand

open for

your generosity

of caring,



one hand

open for

you to

touch

my fate.



in these

distant

times when

we walk

on separate

paths



that still

somehow

have

brought

us here,



to this

place

this understanding,



that we

are so

much

more together



than we

could ever

be apart.

And your

dreams run

deep,



still water

thoughts

of past and

future

songs.

of harmony

with love

witnessed

by the

beauty of

all that

is you.



and over

a hill or

behind a broken

mirror on

a wall

lies all of

the secrets

of you.



acquired over

the years of

dreams and

salutations.



and to

sit and

talk and

share them

with you

for a moment

here a

moment there

would be

answering

all the

daydreams

I have of

you.



Where God

could listen

to our

conversations

and smile

above us..



with a

thought of

"it is good

in this life

that you

too have

met in

your journeys

through life,"



and I

know it

is good that

we have met

so I might

give you

all the words

you inspire

me to write,



like a child

running home

with his

final school

day report card

before summer,



so do
I run

to you,



to write

Between
my God
and river
and earth.

your breath
your
open
heart,

is the
only constant
of the universe
inside
my imagination.

questions lie
unanswered,

like so many
pawns
left
unplayed
on a stone
tablet
chessboard
in a park.

and my
thoughts
fall to
you.

and my
open
hand
reaches
for you.

and the
crimson
color of
dusk
turns
to ash,

and star
gates
hide
in the
deepest
parts
of space.

where
your dreams
lie


and my
thoughts
and dreams
lie
with you.

unashamed
only
pure
in touch.

and I
am certain.
the
sun only
rises

because

it knows
to where
you
are.