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.

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.

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.

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.

This moment

your dreams
come true,

I can tell
by how
you are.

blessed
by spirit
and God's
hands
upon you.

and moments
of you
have fallen
to me,

and I
cherish
them.

and keep
them safe
and without

judgment,

perhaps it
was a
smile one
day or
the wording

of one of

your poems

the next.


they are
the footprints
that you
have left
upon me.

and I
have changed,

I appreciate
you more,

and I am
better for
these
moments

and in
my dream
I hope
you feel

the same.

in innocence

and hope

that each

moment of

our day

will be

the best.

It is 1030 a.m.
on a
a March
monday
morning

the magic
of your
eyes fall
over me,

and as
I look at
you,

in each
heartbeat
there is
a falling
off from
one to
the next.

deep drops
of anticipation
and great
urgency
to catch
my next
breath.

you are
a wonder
to all
that are
around
you.

a  song that
when once
heard
no one
can ever
get out
of their
head.

nor would
they ever
want to.

I learned
that lesson
long ago.

the sun will
follow the
moon and
then the
moon surrender
it's sky
again .

for millions
of years it
has been
adorn by
the stars
this way.

like you.
and your
timeless
beauty

it is
my only
explanation.

of you
that I

believe.

You sit
by the
seaside
waters
edge,

and the blue
sky of

London
embraces
you,

and the
afternoon
sun
light
dances
through your
tangled
angel hair,

and the
ocean tide
strains to
touch you.

and the
salt air
intoxicates
you,

and for
a moment
you are
as free as
the seagulls
that hover
like salt and
pepper
pilgrims
above you
on the
breeze.

and you
sit and
wonder in
this moment
and what
your life
has become,

and you
smile
and God
smiles
with you.

and I
smile
for you,

and reach
to catch
your eyes,

to be
intoxicated
for a while

like the
tide that
moves
inside you,

the open
heart that
beats within
you

I reach for
nothing else.

The sigh
of your

angel

breath.

the deep
reflection
of your
universal
eyes.

and then
the quiet
gentle
surrender,

of my
open
soul
to you.

to that
place
that is
calm
and safe
and warm.

timeless
in
it's
presence.

rolling
and full
like
a Pacific
ocean
wave.

and all
that
is in
this moment
is the
promise
of your
smile.

and the
beating
of your
heart.

and the
treasure
that is
rich
and pure.

your friendship
and sky.

naked to
my eyes.

There is
never a

long way
around
to your
smile,

it is
such a
graceful
and simple
offering,

God
is in
you,

and you
give him
back

inside me.

and I
in return
sit and
write these
simple words
to you.

from

the first
day
that I
ever
dreamed a

dream of

you



you came

to me like

a first

kiss.



and that

was everything.

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.

I can
remember
everything
about the
last time
I witnessed
your smile.

and if
you could
see how
beautiful
the memory
is,

you would
realize
like me
that there
is never
a "was"
to a
moment
spent
with you.

it lingers
and sings
to me,

to reveal
all of
it's secrets,

and though
I might
meet it
now with
empty
pockets
of fate.

your face
is something
I always
carry with
me,

in deep
breaths
and tender
offerings,

in  true
definition
of what

a woman
can do
to your

soul.

You are
the dream
of everything.

the slumber
while I
sleep,

as the
peace
and blessing
of your
smile,
falls over
me

you are
the pieces
of my
night
that I
remember
in the morning
when I awake.

the warmth
in my
soul
that I
carry with
me through
out
my day,

till night
returns
me to
you

and our
thousand
dreams
till

dawn.

We are

the colors

of the sky,



the texture

of honesty

trust and

the passion

of love.



and the

bleeding

of our

hearts

to one

another,



are the

arching

rainbows

that fill

the sky.



we walk

in spirit

dreams

across a thousand

miles of sea

never to

be awaken,



across the

thousand

bridges

of  life

never to

pretend.



and we

swim in

the seas

chasing our

dreams to

one another

effortlessly,



and my

dreams for

you are

deep and

full.and

quench my

thirst,



as the

rainbows

bend and

leap into

your eyes...



for only

me to

wander

and pray

upon...



and nourish

me until

the belly

of  time



runs dry.

Under black

night star lite,



I would be

your pillow,

and my dreams

your sheltered

grace.



and in

these moments

of salvation

I would give

you all

that I am.



the travels

of many roads

the tears

of many hearts.



I would lay

down upon

your dreams

and cover them

with mine.



a thousand miles

away ,



only a

moment"s  wink

in time,



when I

hold close

this moment,



and  think of

it  and

you as

mine.

I seek
your smile,
like a six
year old
engulfed
in the
curiosity
of you.

I peek
through
the diamond

paned windows
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
keyboard
and talk to
it about you.

the joys
you feel.

the heart aches
we hide.

and then
you give
me pieces
of you.

and I
hold them
dear.

like sunlight
to flowers.

you awaken
me again.

In the

baptism
of your
exhaustion

from the

night before.


I would

guard
your sleep.

and prop
your head
upon my
chest.

let my

thoughts
pour over
you,
like a soft
rain.

I would

tend your

garden
while you
slept, and
play
like a
child with
your tangled

angel hair.

I would

hum you
a melody in
your ears.
and keep

your fears
at bay...

I would sit
and watch
you sleep.

In hope that
in the morning
when you
awake.

we would be


everything.

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.

In thought

of you

here,



Heart
displaced.

shadow
smiles,

hour glass
moments,

fleeing
from across
your face.

no one
listening
to stalled
heart beats.

your thoughts
jumping
from one
moon
to the next.

holding
back
time.

upsetting
the gentle
balance
of the
universe.

because your
not really
there.

your here
with me.

as the tide
wipes the beach
clean of false
impression.

so have you
allowed me
and my

heart
to breathe

again.

My love
inhales.

I take
your breath.

scorpion
tracks
of salt
from
the hot
sun
run down

your
golden
tanned
back.

you arch
to receive
me.

my body
slopes
to deliver.

and stars
collide.

and
black stone
belly clouds
burst to

deliver
white
snow
diamonds

from the

empty sky.

heavens
rage,

love binds
us eternal.

this dream

I have
of you

tonight.

If we were 10.

through
my child's
eye,

thoughts
of you
skip across
my mind,

like pebble
thoughts
thrown
on a river.

on a
summer's
day,

while
children play.

innocence
parading
homemade
kites a
bending,

to the
shears
of the wind
at Tempest
heights.

back pockets
emptied,

to a new
friend
offered

all that
I worldly
possess,

the ******* jack
compass,
the slinky,  
and the  
cat's eye
marble
blue.

I give
to you

and
nothing
less.

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.

The gentle
turn of
your smile.

a gift
of heart.

your chest
rises
and falls.

moods
of siren
yearnings
fill the
room.

situation
adorable.

a poet's
words
dangled
out of
place.

the
sweet
smell
of you.

the magic
of the
air as
you walk
through
my dreams.

touching
here
laughing
there,

like
a Arcangel
in flight.

wings to
carry
me away.

far from
view.

to the
places
where
all good
things
go.

to shed
their
lies
and reveal
themselves.

on God's
cutting
floor.

where the
two
becomes
one.

and the
one,
is
never
two

again.

Somewhere

in this

ancient

night.

,

your spirit

sleeps

deep.



and all

the essence

that is

you.



entwines

and breathes

and moves

in everything

that is

around

you.



it is a

shadow

dance

you do,



that binds

you engrains

you in

everything

that you

are.



and from

now on

every day

I feel

its energy,



breathe

it's scent,



it intoxicates

me to dream

of you.



in life's

slumber

moments,



it inspires me

to give you

peace and hope

and love at any

moment,



that you feel

that there

is none.

know.

this.



I have

the same

dreams,



I feel

the same

change

of seasons

and need

for restless

walks..



I hunger

for the

same

desires

and union

of souls.



and I

will find

you .



in the

wind

touching

my face,



in ancient

spirit

calls..



in diamond

speckled

skies

at night.



know this.



from

this moment

on I  will

hold

closer

still



the sunrise

when I

first awake.



and sigh....

for you.

And in

between

your thoughts of

shadow and

light,



and between

your breathing

of sighs

and whispers,



seek me

there.

let me in

to  your quiet

moments

of hope

and despair.



wrap them

around me,



let the

universe

sing and

dance.



and in

your eyes

allow  me

to see

the million

stars that

make them

shine,



like nothing

that I

have ever

seen.



and hold

your  body

still,



so I might

feel your heart

beating against

mine,



like great

oceans

to shore,



tides in

tides out,



but always to

return to

this place

again



with you.

There  is
a quiver
in your
lips,

where a
moment
ago
my lips
used
to be.

a gentle
nod of
your eyes
where my
dreams
fell
asleep
from the
night
before.

and your
tangled
angel hair,

lies across
my arms
in perfection
like the
bloom of
a thousand
wild flowers

on a hill,

and my
body
aches
at the
sight
of you,

and my
flesh
runs
deep
to your
tender
embrace,

much like
moons to

stars at
night.

that know
exactly
where
they were
meant
to be.

and I reach

for you.

This moment,


Heaven all

around

your eyes

in quiet

still of a

midnight sky.


clouds running

the horizon line

my thoughts

fall to you

like rain drops

seeking earth.
to nourish

and bless

your soul.


and what is

to become

of all

your angel

smiles,


as starlight

covers this

universal sky.


you the giver

of life to

everything

around you,


your laughter

the sound

of angel's sighs.


and at

the morning break

do not ever

think that

you are

alone or

not on

my mind,


to wish

you well and

to give

you prayers

of the morning

when you

first awake,


of love of

peace of

dreams

of yours

that will forever

come true.


with grace

in silent

night.


I pray.


one day

I might

find you


there.

And someone

might stand

beneath a

falling star


and not know

what I know,


that it is

really just

universal light

reflecting from

your eyes.


cascading across

the black night

in glory.


moving on

a path of

celestial

bliss,


and I have

been the

child looking

up hoping to

catch a

glimpse

of you,


a moment of

your heavenly

smile.


as stars

play tonight

and moons

dance amongst

them,


and my dreams


could ask for

nothing more.

So easy
to slip
in and
out of
thought
with you,

like clouds
playing
peek a boo
with the
sun on
a high
sky
timeless
day.

sitting
here
counting  
my fortune
every time
you come
into my
view.

you are
now in
me in so
many
places
that
I call
home.

and you
are always
welcomed
here.

like a
surprise
I knew
nothing
about.

a kiss
I never
saw
coming.

you are
a fortune
found

a seed

beaking out
in my
soul,

a laugh
that makes
me unexpectedly

in the quietest

of moments
see myself

in you.

We find
each other
not in
the calendar
of days
or a tiding
of waves.

you and I.


instead
we are
glimpses
to one
another,

echoes of
smiles
given
long
ago.

a childhood
memory
perhaps.

a cookie
shared
over giggles
at a
third
grade
lunch table.

the scribbling
of phone
numbers
on a
warn junior high
notebook.

that is
why
I know
you here.

we are
not
new.

we are
similar
places
to one
another.

like the
humming
bird,

that hovers
over a
summer flower
for a
moment,

lands
and then
is gone.

to never
forget
that one
flower

again.

but to
always
dream

of that

brief moment

when the

two were

one in life.

caught a smile
of you in
my mind today,

and it was
like my last
memory of
you,

was happening
right before
my eyes.

and everything
in life
was pure,

and  the kiss
upon your
lips was
just for
me.

and all
my souls
seasons
fell into
one,

and the
clouds in
the sky
were everything
in my eyes.

and you
in my
heart.

and love
was old
and it was
new.

and my soul
was sky
and you took
me with you.

today and
all of
our days
that might
follow.

and it was
easy to
see everything
in me

is you...

It means
nothing to
you these
40 year
dark
patches
under my
eyes,

where they
sit like broken
window panes
that used
to look
out on only
beautiful
things.

listening
to the conversations
of love
and truth
and forever
after,

when love was
the first
blossom of
spring and
not the ugly
thing I
turned it
out to be.

and you
left her
and you
left  the
child for
another man to
raise and
be called
father.


broken hearts
abandoned there
like yesterday's
trash,

and I and
they will
never
forgive you.

never forgive
the fact that
looks back
at me in
in the
mirror each
morning.

and you
can't paint
over these
moments
in your life

that now
burn like
little crosses
on my
chest.

when I am
so disappointed
even in
the air that
I breathe.

when I
feel so
much less
under God's
sight.

like a
beggar
who can
never find
enough to
eat.

like a
dog who
is left
without a
a juicy bone
to feast..

Time
has left
space.

love has
consumed all
that lived
before it.


like a tapestry
pulled
tightly
over
her heart
she hides
in the solitude
of silence.

she wears
love's
broken
promises
around
her neck,
like a
small
child
a sweater
that doesn't
fit.

tugging at it
here
pulling at it
there.

color all wrong

style out

of date.

an uncomfortable
circumstance.

leaving
no survivors.

only doubts

and questions

of his leaving,


and the hole

in the sweater

above her

heart,


where something

was taken


and never

given back.

It's 10:00 o'clock

in the morning,

she's gone.

she is lying

underneath

somebody else's

sweat

by now.


chipped

***** dishes

in the kitchen

sink peek out

and yawn,



knowing quite

well that no one

will be

waking

up to

attend to

them anytime

soon.


12 little

aluminum can

soldiers lie

wasted across

my bedroom

floor.


I think

somewhere

between

the 6th or 7th

can she

really

did start

looking good

to me

and I to

her.


but now

it is


2:00 o'clock

in the

afternoon

and fortunately

for me,



the night

hadn't taken

any prisoners.



instead only

given

life sentences

of the

devil's

fate.


to open

my front

door.


to walk out

naked

under God's

crimson light

and hope

that someone

might


love me

tonight.

Handle with care,

the older I get,

the emptier

my southern

comfort whiskey

glass appears..


falling from

your bright

baby blue eyes

can always be

hazardous

to my health.


begging for

your love

I have

lived too

long in

the humiliation,


so much so

that now

it almost

feels like

home.


another

black stone beach

summer gone,

ran away

like a old

dog that

has been kicked

one too

many times.

what becomes

of these illusions


just wasted

on your kisses.


love.a

scab that

I peel off

from my

tender flesh

heart now

and then.

here one

moment gone

the next.


took a detour

in reality,

I found you,


and then just

fell out

of sight for

a couple

of years.


with smoke nylon

leggings

hung around

my neck.


and a note

that you

left ...


that read

return to

sender.


like anyone in

hell knows

where or who

that is

anymore.

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.

and we could
not be closer
if we
were stars
upon black,

and our
light was
for all of
the universe
to see...

nothing unsaid
naked
slumbers and
love  that
bends to
around the
moon and
back....

you have
a kindness
about you,
it is warm.

to let me
write you
like this,

it is just
the way
you are,

generous
without
mercy.

if you
were
a rainbow
you would be
all of
the colors
stretching from
heaven
to earth and
then back
again.

and having
seen you
once
no one
would ever
forget.

like me
in this
moment,

you have
caught
my eye
in words,

like rain
falling
on a
open field,

you nourish  
them

help me
find my
way..

may you
keep these
poems
as gifts
and close,

so you may
always
find them

and be
reassured.

you are
a miracle

to me.

Cumulus
clouds gather
in peak
formation
overhead,

the prelude
to a evening
storm,

wind streaks
through
your hair
as you
walk across
a black
******
parking lot.

the start
of another
day,

and even
in this
moment
I smile,

to glimpse
your beauty
for a few
seconds
or more,

to know
all is well
in your
day.

to send
you a
prayer
that your
life
is everything
that you
would ever
want,

and that
your heart
should
not ever
want
for anything.

and the
moment
passes and
then you
are gone.

and somehow
you take
a part of
me with
you

perhaps a
thought in
a day dream
a whisper
in your
head,


my prayer
in your
soul that
this  day
will always

find you
well.

time has
been a
friend to
you,

it has
balanced
all that
you are
in perfect
measure
and harmony.

your ageless
Egyptian
smile ,
your gentle
angel
walk.

you live
life well,

you are
loved
like a
child of
God,

and to
him you
find
all rythme
and reason.

and love's
seasons
fall in
your eyes,

and innocence
is your
Shepard
into night.

and your
calling
will always
be your
true spirit and
love for
family and
roots,

that do
not bind
you but
help you
reach

that do not
define you
but give
you hope.

and if
only the
whispers of
your soul
that I
could hear.

indeed then
I would

die a
happy man.

morning christens
the still
night air, to
become new
and something
all it's own.

and you
awake
and breathe
deeply and
and your
eyes move
and flutter
and dance
like the
reflection of
two falling
stars
upon a
summer's
sea.

you stretch
like a
mama
lion then
curl back
to a moment
more of
rest
and contemplation.

and your
beauty
surrounds
you nothing
needs to
be added
or done.

and the
world
awaits
for your
smile and
your grace,

and for
the million
things that
only you
can do in
a day.

like the
smile that
you will
give me
some morning,

that always
leaves me
feeling like
a child in
a toy store

who can
dream of

nothing else.

First homeward
wave
awakening
this sleepy
south side
beach this
morning,

first sigh
of bodies
stirring
in the other
room.

breaks the
morning still,

open
sky of
black
and blue,
over head.

a lace trimmed
ribbon
around your
bed.

your kids
will be
up soon
and to
them you
will be
life itself,

from the
womb to
years gone
past with
a wink of
a eye.

and you
would not
want
your life any
other way,

not a
turn that
you took
to get here
to this
moment
would you
change. and

I stand
from afar
and only
see
perfection,

like sun to
moon and
then back
again

the day
begins,


a celebration

of you.

it is
the upside
moments
that I
remember
most about
you,

when I
see you
and  I
never know
quite what
to say,

like a child
standing
giving a

presentation
in front of
their class
for the first
time.

I mumble
stumble through
my words
and then
go off

and laugh at
myself
for awhile.

you tell
me about
your family
and work
things that
you really
don't like
to do.

and all the
while I
am thinking
how fortunate
anyone is
who in
that day
gets to sit
and talk
with you
awhile..

with their
upside
down feelings
and smiles
on their
faces.

looking back
at you
like it was
the first time
that they
ever saw
your face.

trust me
when I say
for I
have felt
the moment
often,

when they
have fallen
under the
canopy
of your
eyes.

there is really

no place else
that they
or I
would rather

be.
,

in the
morning when
your room
is filling
with light,

your raven
hair
tangled upon
your pillow,

surely a
angel must
of fallen
to earth.

and is
now lying
behind
your eyes,

as you
rise from
slumber
from
in your
canopy
bed.

and in
the evening
when the
sun retires
falling on
the horizon's
line,

I wish
I was
everything
in your
day that
was in between.

your morning
your night.

to hear
the joy
of your
laughter,

the sighs
of whispers
that you
say in
solitude to
yourself.

to share
the truth
of consequences,

in the
journey of
your life.

to be
the bending
of souls
in each other's
eyes.

to applaud
your life
in it's
miracles,

of mother
daughter
and wife

tonight.

sky
of black
and blue,

rain trying
to fall
across
your

eyes to
gently
kiss your
face.

seagulls
circling
above me
as if
trying to
decide if
they recognize
me or
not.

from some
other beach
some other
time,

when I
would
walk
and send
peaceful
thoughts to
you,

where ever
you might
be.

wishes
of joy,

prayers
of faith

quiet
thoughts
of hope,

as I
dreamed
and danced
in your
spirits
eye.

in that
place
where I
put aside
my pride,

and reach
out to
you.

and time
is nothing
more than
the million
grains of
sand
pebbles
beneath
my feet.

and in
this moment

when the
rain begins
to fall

once again.

you are

everything.

your foot
prints
on the sand
run deep,

like the
fall of
new shed
snow upon
a white
dipped
field.

and I
will follow
you there
too,

and praise
to all
that is
you and
ancestors
sleeping,

and remind
myself
that I
am not
dreaming.

the silhouette
of your
body
stands before
the sun,

and my
eyes
gratefully
retrace it
over and
over again.

like rain
flowing
down
to root
on
a mountain
hill side
spruce.

it is
improbable
to grow
without
you.

and so
we begin
our life
circle.

to one
another,

like migrant
birds
knowing
when to
take flight.

just as
we have
for a
thousand
years
before.

our spirits
will sing
and take
union
into the

night.

and we
will never
leave
each other's
side again...

your beauty
stands
alone,

none other
in mind
or heart.

the pleasing
touch
of your
tongue
soothes
like warm
honey across
my lips.

ancient
stirrings
of docile
surrenders
lie across
your bed.

and the
universe
is in
you,

and blossoms
at the
arc of
your
smile,

and you
are a
reflection
of hope
and love
and the
mercy
in God's
eyes,


and I
the child
who looks
back at
you.

never
wanting to
look

away.

or caring to.
only
loving

this moment
and nothing
else.

there is
sideways
look in your
eyes,

and pelican
gypsy
thoughts
in your
mind,

like restless
clouds
preparing
to take
flight,

but the
destination
never
is all
that important.

it is
really all
about the
view.

and what
is to
become
of childish
dreams if
I cannot
see them
in your
eyes every
morning.

if just
for a fleeing
moment,

tangled in
our awakening
of truth
and dare.

of back
traced
footsteps
that somehow
left us
here,

with smiles
on our
faces and
friendship
in our
hearts,

like tad
poles
wishing
to be some
thing else.

I am
always
here
in 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.

your heart
rests at
God's side,

the beating
is deep and
full measure.

I dance
in and out
of your
smile,

like a
child playing
in the
sprinklers
under a
hot summer
sky.

your hair
falls across
your face
in gentle
arcs of
grace and
fall colors,

and as
time
moves by

I wish again
upon your
eyes,

that we
could be
12 and
summer
would never
end,

and that
the cool
splash of
facet water
would last

forever.

deep pools
in your eyes
of a amber
honey
pour.

stature in
your walk
like a
princess
receiving
a crown
in some
procession
from long
ago.

and you
move through
your day
with the
confidence
of no
stone left
unturned
or question
unanswered.

and where
might your
day dreams
play,

and laughter
echo under
the mid
winter
solstice
sun.

and who
might get
the gift
of the
shelter
of your
angel
smile.

for a moment
to bask
in it's
celestial
warmth.

not I.

the day
will
begin and
end.

and I
will
be the
lesser
for it.