A deep
drink of you

and I
tilt back my head.

and drive till the
first light of morning breaks
this evenings
back.

I roll
down
my windows.

tear off
the rear
view
mirror.

nothing
in my past
that I ever
want
to see
face
to face

again.

let all
of your
adolescent
lovers
crawl back
and hide
under
your gypsy
covered bed,

like
puppets
dangling
from your
strings
of desire.

you will
not be
needing
them
again.

the broad
streets
and the
back
alleys
of your
hometown
lie
in wait
for your
feet
to kiss
them
awake.

time
to find
your
moment

and cast
aside
all of
your broken
******* jack
dreams,

that
were
never pretend
dreams
from somebody else's
dreams to begin
with.

come take
my hand,

slam your
front door.

let's dance

and love

again.

and pray
for love
at heaven's
gate...


no strings
attached.

And in
your calypso
smile
winter
sets outside

your window.

and
harmony
reigns.

and mother
sky washes
over you.

with the
care
of a
fondling
parent,

giving
their only
child
it's
first
bathe.

and there
is a
healing
in my
soul.

at the
thought
of you
throughout
my day.

no more

poems
without
words.

or trees
without
roots buried

deep in

this harvest

land.

instead my
eyes
rise

up to
witness,

the moss
emerald
green
Parading
on the
river
banks
rocks
of time.

and I
have
been
there
with you.

and it
is there
I will
pray your
name again.

under sky
over
moon

falling

hard
into
your

eyes,


you the

beginning

of life

me at

the ending.


it is

good the two

of us have

come to meet

in this

place.

it is

the proper

order of

things.


and that

is what

I see most

in your

smile.

the meaning
of the universe

and I.

this lazy
afternoon
sunlight,

will carry
me to
the charcoal
night.

where there
is only
one face
I want
to see.

waiting on
our
front
porch
for the
world
to know...

that you
belong
to me.

taking
nothing
for granted.

all is
a daily
prayer
in your
eyes.

and three
strong
souled
children
to raise
in God's
light.

and only
you will
do.

till death
do us
part.

with my
arms
raised
to heaven
high.

will
I go

and wait.

till God
brings
you

home

to me.

Wed 10/25/2017 1:18 PM

falling into
your eyes.

the deepest
pool of
autumn
honey
brown.

that I
have
ever tasted.

hard to
catch my
breath.

your heart
running
wild
inside
my chest.

the morning
light reminds
me that
time'
like
love
has it's
own universal
place.

between your
smile
and mine.

and the
rest
of our
lives
together.

nothing can
ever
take
me away
from this
place.

all my
mornings
are promised
to you.

and all
of my
Godly
prayers
begin and
end with
you felt
deep.

in the
places
where no one
else
can go.

where dreams
are the
every
day moments
we live.

In the
black and
white
photographs
of you
that I keep
deep inside
my mind.

I keep
them in view
in everything
that I do.

and someday
there will
be one
of you
and I.

and I will
remember
that moment
as if I
had lived
it a hundred
years or
more.

no illusions
or past lovers
to remember.

no broken
hearts or
dreams
to heal.

you are
my moment
when everything
is free,

and true

and under
a billion stars
at night,

your love
will bathe
me,

and your love
will call me
from the
depths
of my soul.

and I am
certain
that for
forever
I will see
a fairy tale,

there awaiting
me in your
eyes.

where angels
soar and
I am a child
of these
nights

no longer
afraid of
the black

or the
loneliness
here

without you.

our words.
no embarrassment.

in this
nakedness
between us.

you the
river
that runs
through
me.

I the
sacrifice
to your
smile.

and moons
hang
themselves
in your
eyes.

as if
to wish
for nothing
more.

and my
nights
fall to
me.

with a
tenderness
of dreams
whenever
I think
of you.

and we
lie in thought
champions to
one
another.

from battles
in life
and struggles
won and
lost
to other
things.

and I
know that
I will
give this
moment
but
once
in my
life.

so humbly,

under this
corner
of your
sky.

I give
my words
and consequence


to you.

lie angel
down
and be

the bridge
from you
to me..

slow down
and rest
your
harvest
moon
eyes.

kick off
your shoes.

feel the
sun's
morning
bliss,

and then
lick
strawberry
syrup
from my
lips.

so today
stay
in thought
of me.

let me
hold your
hand

and you
be everything
in love.

that you
ever
wanted
to be.

and I
will celebrate
as a
child,

every
moment
that is
you.

as you
lie next
to me,

when you
first awake.

and I
look
into
your eyes.

and the
morning
becomes
you.

like a

miracle.

And the
promise of forever
falls through
our eyes,

and your husband sees
it at first light.

the baptism
of stars
and your destinies
in your smile,

everything becomes
you, and wishes
and dreams
of your life
together.

so many
questions
answered and
yet to so
many questions
in life
to overcome.

except for one.

you are exactly
where you need
to be with him
sleeping under
evening stars,

making love till
the night runs dry.

and then
waking in
the morning
stronger in
spirit deeper
in love.

blinded by
the light
that God has

given thee.

today we
will say
good-bye to
a friend of
my son who
past at
24 years
of age.

and I must
ask you
why?

and in
each day
to come
my son
will ask
you why?

and today
we will
bury him
and his
parents
will ask
you why?

and I will
pray for
my son and
I will pray
for their
son.

and I will
pray that
I never

take their
place.

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

will become

like thousand

and thousand

of  pieces

of your heart's

buried treasure,


and

the depth

of your eyes

two  great

oceans to

dream within.


I the pauper

you the

music for

all to hear.


and in

this universe,


in the wink

of an eye


you are

everything.

The sky
hangs heavy
with water
ripe clouds
ready to 'spill
overhead,

like a
load of
stones on
a rivers muddy
edge ready
to fall,

and then
submerge
like dreams
into tomorrow
and the
next day
and the
next.

Your cobblestone
colored eyes
sit before
me.

and I could
daydream
into them
until all
the colors
of your
eyes have
run dry.

while sharing
with  you
our whispered
secrets,

the ones
where you
have to
tell someone
but you
rarely do.

I would sit
here ready
to catch them
all in
confidence and
open invitation.

so now
as I sit
before you
I give you
these words
these pieces
of me,

you give me
pieces of
you,

for our mutual
understanding,

that we must
certainly be
more together
than we
could ever
be alone.

and life
has a different
meaning,

like a blade of
grass reaching for
the sun through
a cement
crack.

that moment
when you
look down
at your
feet and
see it,

and you
say "look
a miracle."

I close
my eyes
to see
you,

to remind
myself
that I
can see
you when
ever I
want.

to  feel
you in
everything
that I
do.

like rain
saturating
a field,

bringing
life to
everything
it touches.

and it
seems
to be
true,

it is
the simplest
of moments
that you
bring
yourself
to me.

that mean
the most.

and without
notice
on either
part.

my life
becomes
a paradise.

of you.

there is
a soltice
in your
eyes,

it brings
a change of
season
to every one
that is
around
you.

a gypsy
wind through
your hair,

a deep pool
feeling
inside our
chests,

and then
you take
our breath
away.

I the
old fool,

you the
angel of
your husbands
mornings,

and the
universe
is almost
perfect,

for I
have met
you

once.

and yet
I will dream
about you
a million
times

tonight.

(a companion poem perhaps ..)


There is
a leaping point
in your eyes,

a  point
of no
turning
back or
retreat to
old tides
and waves
that through
the years
that have
carried me
to here,

and the
wishing of a
rubies kiss
upon your
lips.

is a
promise of
open hearts
without
compromise
or a lover's
retreat.

and I
hold your
heart still,

and pray for
it's strength
and gentle
whispers,

that I
might share
a moment
with it
here.

outside your
quiet shadows
inside your
deepest secrets,

it is good
that you
and I
have met
along this
journey of
life.

and I
could sit
inside your
eyes for
an eternity.

but I
would never
be content
with just
one.

I seek
your smile,


like a six
year old

child
engulfed
in the
curiosity
of you.

I peek
through
the window
of your
thoughts
that you have
left
open
to me.

everything new.

somethings
unexplained.

in the still
moments

before
dawn,
I sit here
at my
key board
and talk to
it about

you.

the joys
you feel.

the heart ache
you hide.

and then
you give
me pieces
of you.

and I
hold them
dear.

like sunlight
to flowers.

you awaken
me again.

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.

A blessing

has come

to me,

your heart
is  something
that I
wish upon.

it is
the first
flower

stirring
in a
meadow
the first
day of
spring,

the opening
in the
ice that
a river
breaks
through
at winters
end.

to then
mend and
turn and
flow.

giving
life to
all it
comes
to meet.

and now
you
have found
me and
my simple
words and
thoughts.

and to
each day
that I
awake
I mend
and turn
and flow
to you,

seagulls
to wind
fish to
water.
prayers to

God,

everything
is what  
it was
always
meant  
to be

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.

With our love
what I have
found and what I
have left
behind,

we are
the sum total
of everything
in my
universe.

that night
you walked
away in
shadows
like a stray
alley cat off
to look for
a tasty morsel.

and I was all
for the less
for it,

and you
have wandered
in and
out of
half empty
beds every since,

even back into
mine now
and then.

drunk in
the night
wondering
when anything
good might
come out
of this.

and now
30 years
of our love
has left
you,

and the color
of your
amber eyes
have gone
dark.

but you were
a child once,

and then
you grew
it all away
to runaway
from all
consequences.

and my arms
that just
wanted to
hold you.

and love.

now  time
is not
your friend
anymore

and our love
has left
your bones
cold and
old.

and what
will become
of you..

only God
surely knows.

A gift.

these simple

poems

for you

to wrap

around your

dreams under

siren night,


these humble

words

and open

thoughts,


of admiration

and toasts

to glorious

days and nights.


to dance

in your

honesty

and deep

kiss your

passion

words,


and I will

always be

so much the

richer for it.


give me

the pearls

of your

whispers


so I

may dance

with you,


let us

breathe

each other in


and linger

forever in

our stories

told,


and it is

in your

eyes that

time has

blessed you

most,


forever in love

and forever

again,


in the

joy of

a blessed

heart.

Half asleep
under a
Pavillion
of diamond
sparkled
stars
tonight.

words
elude you
like fat
grey striped
squirrels,

playing
hide and
go seek
in a deep

wooded park,

words of
of trust
have misused
you.
and left
you
here.

a broken
seed
that love
is unable
to tender
and grow.

and you
ask not
of my
comfort,

or my
arms
to bend
in love
around
you.

but only
that i
just be
here.

and "be
the one
who
understands".

and no
greater
task
have I
found
in the
universe.

no other
path
must I
now hold
true.

than now.

just to
sit and
think of

you.

Today I

dreamed I
saw your
Alice in

wonderland
eyes,

and as the
room
swirled
with wishes
and moments
too much
for words.

only the
gentle
rising and
falling of
your
heartbeat
inside your
chest existed.

and the
awkward
slurring
of my
words
trying
to catch
their
balance
in my
head.

and your
eyes
in this
moment
were
everything.

and the
sleek
lines of
grace and
beauty
across
your face

inspiring.

and for
a moment
looking at
you,

a thousand

miles away,

I thought,

this must
be the
feeling
of when
a dream
comes
true,

but not
one dream

more like
a million
of them
all at

once.

At first
meeting,

You have
stopped
me to
dream
here
for a
moment
with you,

a precious
moment
of kindred
spirits,
and spiritual
wisdom.

and for
the taking
you might
have my
spirit
to carry
with you
throughout
your days,

and in
that moment
we will
be in
union
through
out all
of the
dreams of
time,

a God
filled
shadow to
one another.

where we
will bathe
in pale
moon light,

and dance
in the
joys of
what dreams
will come.


a shadow
dream
where we
will always
find,

truth of
spirit,
love of
heart,

and two
souls
that will
always
dance and
sing as

one.

So easily

I fall
under the
eclipse
your eyes,

weightless
timeless
to a
place
in between

all of
the heart
beats of
an innocent
child,

where
everything
is new,

and your
touch  is
a hot
jungle
rain
that
seems to
never end.

it  falls
over me

cleanses
me,

makes
everything
inside me
renewed
and
certain

that I
am alive.

this place
where

only a
dreamer
who truly
looks
inside your
eyes

can see.

and a
fool

cannot.

Be patient
mend in
this time
of your
glory.

the scabs
on your
heart will
fall away
in pieces
each with
a different
story of
how it
was with
him.

be strong
endure,

let the
river of
faith inside
you take
it's course,

and like
the caterpillar
at first sight
has nothing in
common with
a cocoon and
the cocoon
has nothing to

do with a
butterfly,

again you
will break
through and
learn to fly.

and your
love will
be deeper
and your kisses
will be
sweeter,

and I will
stand on
the ground and
look up
and applaud'
you.

for my heart
too is on
this journey,

for some
reason God
has made
it this way.

and as
I prayed
for you and your
children this
morning,

I know he
is always
right...

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.

A breif moment

of etiquette.

she sat

on the

bed with him,

uncertain of

the direction

their hearts

might take,


like reeds

by a lake

bending in

the wind

on a summer's

day.


lying

down to

fate could

possibly be

an option.


but he gazed

at her instead

and an empty

feeling came

over her.


and empty

moments piled

upon her one

by one  

by one.

and the

touch of

his hand

grew cold

and odd

almost unfamiliar,

and if there

was once

a passion there ,

but then

it past in

a moment

and quietly

died,

without so much

as a fight

in his eyes.

meanwhile

in the next

room

a couple

****** like

wild animals

and the groans

and the pounding

of the high

stilt bed

escaped into

her room and

intoxicated

the air.


and she

sat there

as if

it was a

misplace

twilight dream

and he sat

there.


not knowing what

to do. so

he did what

he did best

nothing.


she was only

26.

at 36 it might

of been a

whole

new situation.


of love perhaps

or wild animals

*******.


or both.

but she would

be the one

to chose,


not this

lost moment

not this

moment of

captive

lost innocence

that forever

will lie

cold against

her face.

I close
my eyes
to see
you,

to remind
myself
that I
can see
my youth

again in

your eyes.


to  feel
the endless

possibilities in
everything
that I
do.

like rain
saturating
a field,

bringing
life to
everything
it touches.

it
seems
to be
true,

it is
the simplest
of moments
that you
bring
yourself
to me.

in your writings

in your

Alice and

wonderland

smile,


and as you sit.

and without
notice
on either
part.

my life
becomes
a paradise.

of you.

(For my daughters

Nicole and Rhianna)



and your

children
bend to
your river
as your
life flows
through
them
,
from
conception
to birth.

the current
is strong.

their heartbeats
in tune
with yours,

from the
beginning
of time,

each moment
christening
the next.

the mother
lode inside
you fulfill
their destiny's
needs.

a daughter
a son is
born.

a sunrise
and a
sunset
kissed.

to you...




mommy poems/

in the
eyes of
your child
the sigh
of your  
voice,
the earth
under
your feet,

your dreams
dance with
them.

midnight
chariots
race the
sky, and
love is
the river
that carries
you,

over and
over again.

no surrender.

your children
God's blessings
to your
eyes....



mommy poems/

your journey
through the
nexus in
her eyes
amazes,
as she
lies half
asleep
next to you.


and the
nature's
mirror that
you cannot
ever stop
looking at
her through,
tells you
even
with eyes
closed,

that she
will forever
be your
child.

and you realize
the cord
that was
cut at
birth,

really wasn't.

it only
grew
stronger
as the
years
turned by,

a tree
to root
a bird's
first flight,

a mother
you will
always be,

in your
first born
daughter's
eyes.

Let God
bless our steps
along this
snailed holed
wooden
boardwalk,

may he
give us time
to share
this day.


let the sea
come up to
spray kiss
our face.

let the wind
carry my
thoughts
all around
you free,

and lie
deep in
these day dreams
that you keep.

look far
over the
horizon line
and I am
but a whisper
from you
away.

to listen
to your prayers
and calm
your worries
you bear,

and walk
with you
close and
with great
pride on
this day.

be the love
to everyone
that you
are,

the solstice
flower
so bright
for all
to see,

the one that
seems to
grow in
impossible
places,

and I will
find you
and rejoice
at your
sight.

till time
fades this
life away...

till stars
dull and
die alone  in
their celestial
light...

I will
think of
you..

It is the
feeling of your
toes to the
back of my
legs
that cases me
to beg for
your adoration
and obedience.

and I
memorize that
moment
and carry it
with me
throughout
the remains
of my day.

and our love
is a river
that runs so
long and so
deep that it
carries us
away.

and no
matter how
we try
you always
leave each other
weak in
our knees.

and your
lips are
full and swollen
from deep
kisses from
the night
before.

and the
morning before
and the morning
before that...

carry me
gypsey stranger

my soul is
ready to
bleed for
you

and dance like
naked banshees
in the night.

so  again

carry me
carry me

away.

Under ashes
spent and
the chiming
of hallowed
bells,

I will pray in
solace for
you,

and your
broken
down dreams
of love and
forever after.

and I will
be the one
to pick
up your
broken pieces
lying across
your lovers
floor,

and blind
to you
I will
be the one
who loves
you most.

today tomorrow
yesterday and
all of the
moon and
suns between.

such is
my task
my journeys
end.

without
hope only
in solitude.

and the
sum of
all things,

to  love
to you
go I.

Clouds dance

like children

playing in

open blue sky.


and under

them I

day dream

of you

and where you

are and what you

are doing?


it is

the grace of

knowing

you that makes

me think of

you and pray.


that you are

well and

loved deeply

and held close

in the

morning when

you awake.


that your eyes

are bright

and full

of wonder.


just as I

wonder about

you and the

deep sighs

that you

take at

first kiss

on this Tuesday

morning


day dreaming

of you.

And the

reasons you

wake in

the morning,


and the

first face

that greets

your day.


I would be a

thief and

take these

things from

you.


to be

there the

moment you

awake.


to sit

and have

morning coffee

while you

read to

me your

latest poem.


cinnamon buns

in the oven,

the clamor

of the world

just outside

your door.


and I would be

the poet

who keeps

it all at bay.


and at

night I

would read

the stars

to you.


over and

over  and

over again.

You see
though your
broken eyes
and tarnished
smile,

and in your
hollow laughter
there is
no joy,

is this
what love
is to
become to
you,

flesh wounds
bleeding
across your
soul.
empty spaces
unfulfilled,

or were

you just
pretending
to love
for the
longing for
something
more ,

the touch of
flesh upon
your bones,

so you
would never
be lonely
at night.

lying on
your back
looking up
at clouds
can do
that to
you.

make you
a *****
to your
own heart.

lying on
your back
with your
legs always
wide open

is even
worse.

We deserve
to be
the dreams
in your
eyes when
you first
awake.

taste the
redemption
on your
lips when
you first
smile.

for we
have stumbled
too long,

pursued
by the
demons
of fate..

the lost
souls
of fallen
stars

and followers
of rainbows
ends
and back.

so now
we sit by
your
forever
eyes,

and find
salvation
in your
pirate
smile.

and wait
to be
claimed and
admired
by you.

it is
what gives
us meaning.

to dream
and then
be given
a dream

from you

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.

Her laughter
rolls from
her lips
like Kentucky
whisky
falling into
a paper
cup.

it intoxicates
me.

and heart
beats
skip
a beat.

whenever
we lie
naked
together.

and the
weather

in my
universe
comes from
her soul,

and the
words
she speaks

is the
siren's
voice that
she carries
me upon.

and between
her heavenly
gates I

have found
my salvation

for you
for me

in these

wet dreams

we make
reality.

we are
the one
in one
another.

the
union

of love
and total
devotion.

and from
that

our lives
and love

will forever

grow to God...

It gets between
your heart beats,

and then they
beat out
of tune.

the rust of
stupid hearts
and dreams that
you dreamed
would forever
come true.

but you never
truly gave
your self to
those dreams.

and now
the rust holds
you in place,
to hang in the
same familiar
moment too
long like a fly
waiting for
the spider's
final verdict
in a web.

talk to her
now she
is only 23.

but she will
be the same
at 33 or someday
43 lying in
her bed.

telling the same
old lies
moaning the
same old
regrets.

welcoming
the next warm
body to
"love her".

sad.

she never wanted
more.

she never
walked for
a moment

on love's  two
way street,

so let
the spider
dine alone...

if only
she would
of ever
fallen
in love
for a
single moment,

perhaps that
would of made
all the
difference

in the
world...

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.

And in
the sighs of
your day,

and the
quiet
whispers
of your
morning
awakening,

when stars
dance above
you and
last nights
dream
puzzle pieces
still move
and scatter
through
your mind.

my dreams
reach out
to you

and whisper
back to
you
with open
heart and
gentle
certainty

I am
here.

You traitor,

black haired

pirate

to my

heart,

leaving my

soul empty

blue,

blind to

even faith.


and it is

going to

be a day

that I

must say no

to the

morning.

sky looking

to spit over

these colonial

hills and

memories

of you.


that lie

like a raggedy Anne

doll with a

black cold

dead expression

upon it's

face.

now standing

next to

this iron

laid railroad

line.


I will lose

myself

again

in you,


in the  

next beggar's

town that this

track

will carry

me to.

unraveling

before my

eyes ,


in this

tangled yarn

kind of day.

And I

would not

let any

black thought

ever find you,



I would tend

to your dreams

like a



sheppard his

flock as

you sleep.



and calm

your whispers

and kindle

your dreams

of joy and youth.



doubt and despair

will not

find you,



for as you

sleep I

am there

for you to

trust and

lean upon,



our roots

run deep.

no wind

would ever

bend my

diligence and

thought of you.



and my

care for

your dreams

are beyond

the moon

and back again.



till morning finds

you awakening,



and my dreams

begin three

thousand miles

away.

And with

a slap

of a hand

I came

crying

into this

world,


and my

favorite

color

was to

be yellow,


and today

I thought

someday,


I will

buy you

a yellow

dress.


and dance

with you

over  a sky

of white

popcorn clouds,


and breathe

the moment

as my

second

birth.


where

everything

is pure

everything

is new.


and diamonds

fall

from the

corner

of your

eyes,


at the

joy of

me finding

you.


and all

the questions

you ask

will be

answered,


with simply

the closing

of your

eyes,


you and I,

moments

in time,


one can not

exist

without

the other.


one would

never

want to.

it is

coming on

a lazy

fire ember

dawn,



I have

not slept

a moment

all night

by your side.



our breathing

in tune

to a finely

aged moment

born

at the

beginning

of time .



and now

I have

your face

to put

to this

moment

too.



and I

I am exactly

where I

was meant

to be.



and then

you turn

to kiss

me.



and I realize

you never

opened

your eyes.



you were

just so

sure that

I would

always be

here.



and in

the morning

light I

give your

kiss back

to you.



and we

smile.

the black
and white
hill billy
cow jumped
over the
moon.

and not
for a
moment
did it
cause us
pause.

to raise
our heads
from our
tempest
bed.

or misplace
one deep
kiss
or sigh
of deep
satisfaction.

we have
always
flowed
with grace
and devotion
to one
another.

committed to
the other
like sand
to shore,

stars to
the blackest
spaces of
this
velvet
night.

life to
death
in your
arms

forever

go I.

in jubilance

and celebration.

of you...

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.

The everything
of you
is intoxicating,

like rain falling
cold upon
you face
on a holy
Sunday
morning.

the song
of the world
when it
is around
you,

is unlike
anything that
I have heard
before.

a survivor
of a different
time,

a place where
people didn't
run and hide
from their
emotions.

and now
my heart
stands naked
before you.,

and in
this moment
bring me
your redemption
when you
come deep
and full,

under this
stable of
stars tonight.

I will
find you.

and never
forget this
moment again.

you lie
across your bed
like an angel
just laid.

and all
debts owed
to each other
are paid
in full
without
regrets.

and though I
may never
be  the dream
in your
eyes again.

our desperate
hearts were
true and full
till mornings
light,

and I could
not love you
more,

without names
of husband
and wife.

and though
we have come to
age past
one another
far too
long ago.

still you
bless my evening
when you
come to
see my eyes
like no one
ever has.

all bets
in life are
off.

and naked
is my love
to you.

in this fairy
tale moment
so clear in
black and
white.

with you.

the universe poem

we laugh
and dance
under
the same
sky,

we share
the same
blood
,

in the
children
that we
raise,

gifts from
heaven
given
in great
faith,

from God
to the
mother
to the
father,

to our
hearts
and souls.

the reflection
of our
youth
in their
eyes,

the promise
of our
future in
their days
to come.


they grow
and take
with them
all that
is me
and all that

is you.

but the best
parts
will be
mostly of
you,

because
you are
the center
of our
universe,

and to
you we
will always
love.

like clouds
to sky,

stars to
black.

without
you.

we would

surly die.






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