and now black
has become a
friend to
you,

when you
dream at
night.

and once
a upon
a time
has become

a forgotten
moment
that has
bled out
all hope
from your
eyes.

these are
different
times now
that define
you,

a marriage
lost a family
broken.

and this
sky will
never look
the same
again.

but you
are not
dead and
you are
far from
dying,

even though
at night
it sometimes
seems that it is
so.

and I sit
and wait
just outside
your hearts
window and
I am
patient and
I am kind.

kiss each
morning sunrise
a little deeper
each day
and you
will heal.

for I
have been
where you
are now.

and then
love changed

everything.

It is
the empty
places
inside your
heart that
I hope
to fill,

and till
with gentle
words without
regret or
judgment
or want.

we have
lived in similar
places and
dreams.

and witnessed
the runaway
wishing stars
hide in
the night.

though times
far apart and several
lives removed.

but it is
still hearts of
the same
beating and
questions and
wishes unanswered
that we
wrap ourselves
around in
faith to
one another,

and always
the moment,

of tomorrow
what will
ever become
of us.

that moves
us forward
to the next
smile upon
your face.

which certainly
must be as
beautiful as
anything that
I have ever
seen.

and seasons
come and
seasons go.

but without
pieces of
each other
to carry
with us,

certainly time
itself will
be lost.

why do
I write
you.

it is
easier to
to do
than breathe
itself.

one moment
to the next,

it is
a feeling you
have given
me.

in quiet thoughts
alone with
this key
board as

I write to
you in
the dark

till morning
light colors
us friends.

I would travel
far and
I would reach
for your
open hand,

and talk
search amongst
your eyes,

for secrets
and questions
of your
heart that
have long
been unanswered.

and we
would wonder
still under
Dakota skies,

and sigh
in this friendship
of silence.

no expectations
or hidden
agendas of
childish blind
faith.

and our path
would be blessed
with many
footsteps of
trust and
patience,

like the wind
blowing
across your
face gently
to kiss your
lips,

and I would
be one
and you
would be
two.

destinies

that in
this moment
have come
to rest
in each other's
eyes.

and breathe.

It is a
different view
that I know
that you
once had
for your
life,

and perhaps
I might be
the last
one to
stand-in
line for
your heart.

but here
we are
heart to
heart and
the shadows
of our pains
and doubts
cover each other
like two stars
over the
blackest of
nights.

and your
love may
hide from
me and your
dreams bend
out of sight,

but love has
no time line
to love.

and stars
eventually
find their
perfect place
in the night.

and for
that to God
I am eternally
grateful..

from the very
first time
I heard your
prayers.

from the very
first time
that I saw
your eyes.

and the
universe
began

again.

Stay and
talk with me
awhile,

let our friendship
be the melting
of water colors
that strive
to be something
more.

something
brighter...

let all of
the scales of
your life's
disappointments
fall around
you...

and let us
put back
the pieces
that you
love that
you have
lost.

I see you
now and you
see me , and
in trust
there is
no need
to hide.

and the
celebration
of deep wishes
are only
given once,

and free will
is our
calling,

and deep
meaningful
conversations.

and even
though now
sometimes
you sleep in
the darkness,

when it is
cold and dark
.
when we
remember nothing.

that love's
shows it
naked side
and hope is
lost in pains
salvation,

it is there
that true true
friendships
are gained
by the venture.

under high
clouds of
black and
white.

deep inside

Dakota thunder
skies

when your
heartbeat
is a beacon,

and love
is a rainbow
that your
heart has
brought to
me.

Now her

beauty falls

through the

hourglass

without purpose,

more like witnessing

the passing of

a prison

sentence from

25 to life than'

anything else.


someone should

of saved her

long ago.

not a knight

in shining

armor or

a prince riding

a majestic

white steed.


just someone

who would of

loved her,

and she

learn to love

him back.


she can hide

amongst

her  children's

over planned

hectic lives.

and pretend

there is

hearts gold

at the

end of some

rainbow,


but someday

even her

children  will

be old enough

to see it too.


the hourglass

the beauty lost.


the sacrifice of

a dead wife in

marriage.

Of all the
things that
have no
ending,

or a moment
of a beginning.

one breath
you were
just inside
my heart,

a gentle
touch perhaps,

or a kiss
that lasted
a moment
longer,

that somehow
took my
breath away.

and now
we sit,

and forever
is in
your eyes,

and love
is all
I see
in you.

and our life
is a miracle

of naked hearts
at play...