No longer
caught
between the
struggle for
love and
the loneliness
of a warm
body to
fill your
bed.

love has
come to
take your
hand and
heart
this day.

and make
your spirit
bleed into
the heart
of the other.

and will
your sighs
be heard
deep into
the night
until all
your strength
is gone.

and as
this world
turns one
more time,

will you
christen
the night
with your
tears of
joy.

to be
the bride
you were
always meant
to be.

the wife
to be
cherished
beyond
all else.

and may
love's
dreams
fill your
head and
his arms
be always
there to
hold
you.

like the
two sides
of a rainbow.

one unable
to exist
without

the other.

Sometimes

at night

I wake

with a

mad man's

torn and

bitter soul.


and a

mad man's

hard and

tempered

heart.


it is here

that the

years

have carried

me ashore.


to all these

unanswered

questions

of life's

struggles.


all of

the people

around me

who have

been stained

by their

tears of love

as they

come and

go.


as they

come and

go.


but not

you,


a rekindled spark

is in

your eyes.


you have

settled here.


and there

is a calm

wake upon

the water

that is

all around

you


and you

move in

rhythm

with him

in your

heart and

mind,


and God as

your witness


on your

wedding day,


love will

make you an

angel of

innocence

again,


and you

will fall

like natures

******

snow upon

a Colorado

field.


to cover

your love


from life's

cold winters

night


to arise

in spring


renewed.


with your

lover's

first kiss

of morning

upon your

lips ,


and his smile

is inside your

eyes anyone

can see.

in this

tenderest

of moments,


you have

found your


heart again.

This morning

while trembling,


holding

your note

you left

on our

bed

in my

hands.


the sun

fell unexpectedly

full somersaults

from the sky.


a fiery

pinwheel

of downward

motion.


a molten

avalanche

of gigantic

proportions.


crashing all

around me,

as I sat

at my

morning table

eating my

Monday ritual

of oatmeal

and buttered

wheat bread

sweet.


abiding to

doctors orders

like a old dog

trying to

be taught

new tricks.


now uncertain

of what

is to

become

of me

without us.


I know only

one thing

for sure.


I would of

loved you

one more

day,



if you

would

of let

me.

While day dreaming  on

our favorite beach,

I stopped then

picked up

a  peculiar

shell that most

reminded me

of you,


and put it to

my heart....

silence...


not even

the slightest

stir of

of somebody

home

to greet me.


you had

apparently left

long ago.

from this beach

that we used to

walk incessantly

for hours upon

hours to

summer’s

past serenades.


and now I am

the one only

left holding

this shell.


that no

longer fits

the two

of us.


like a poor

clown’s costume,


shoes too big,

nose too red,

smile turned

upside down

upon my

face.


and I miss

you.





0

Half asleep
under a
pavilion
of diamond
sparkled
stars
tonight.

words
elude you
like fat
grey striped
squirrels,

playing
hide and
go seek

in high trees
in a 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
be with

you.

Makes it

easy to see

through you

and your

bleached

white

bones.



you gave

nothing

of the

heart,



so it

is only

fitting that

you should

have nothing

left in return,



you sat

in your

heart break

corner

throwing

dead eye

looks at

any lover

who dared

your way,


and then

laughed

under your

hot burnt

breath that

nothing

was ever

going to

make you

bleed again.


and so you

will always

be looking

always be

wanting,


but only

hell will

give you

any salvation.


but once

you were

a child and

your heart

was a garden,


and blue

was the

color of

my true

loves eyes.

Now it

makes it

easy to see

through you

and your

bleached

white

bones.


you gave

nothing

of the

heart,


so it

is only

fitting that

you should

have nothing

left in return,


you sat

in your

heartbreak

corner

throwing

deadeye

looks at

any potential

lover

who dared

to wander

your way.


and then

laughed

under your

hot burnt

breath that

nothing

was ever

going to

make you

bleed again.


and so you

will always

be looking

always be

wanting,

always carry

that bellyache

hunger that

burdens your

soul.


but only

hell will

give you

any salvation

from.


but once

I imagine

in God's sacred

place you were

a child and

your heart

was a garden,


and blue

was the

color of

my true

loves eyes.

I see
her buzzing
like a big
bull fly
up and down,

and then
occasionally
a sideways turn
across love's
kitchen window.

and then
here it
comes again "swap!"
one swing on
top of
another
back to
back without
mercy or
pity in
this dying flight
of circumstance.

but she
will probably
escape this
fate too...
she has for
the last 40 years
or so....
and then

until one
day there
will be only
be pieces of
her smeared
red and black
across this
hot afternoon
kitchen glass.

she calls
it falling in
and out of
love.

and then
finally August 11, 2018
2:20 p,m, in
the afternoon
it happened...

"swap!" and
that is
all there
is to that.

she's broken...

It was there
in your eyes
for the
taking,

forever in
your smile.

words unsaid,
feelings raw,

no sins
to confess

no lies
to conceal

like seedlings
bursting through
the earth
towards the
sun or
black swallows
fleeing south
for the
winter,

we are
one with
one another.

we nurture
life and love
to each other,

and we have
known it from
the very
first time
we kissed

and I
felt it
again for
the very first
time this
morning,

here in
our bed
where you
are everything
in my
eyes.

and I to
you.

like dreams
flowing down
our pillows.

we are
we have
become each other's
promises
to God

to keep.

You run

out the

torn front

screen door,

like a

runaway

child

begging

for the

cover of

the blackest

night,


hoping to

find a

second

do over

chance at

losing your

Sacramento

virginity,


Dorothy

without

toto.


it is one

hell of

a lonely

place.


you need

the time

to catch

your breath,


from the

back room

games

that leave

you scared

and naked

under heaven's

light.


no one

keeping score,


we were just

sixteen years

old caught

somewhere

in the

middle,


of being

one step

older than

we thought

we really

were.


that delinquent

adolescent

place,

where we

will never

talk

about

each other

again.


that in

the middle

place.


with a

canyon

of broken

falling stars

on the

one side,


and empty

pockets of

shattered

dreams

on the


other.

Sometimes
her eyes
are filled
with cemetery
trees,


and roses
with no
buds.


or color
just emptiness
bleeding
into white.

and then
she lies
on her
back
waiting,

for the
next
dream
to take
her home.

but not
the home
of you
and I.

sometimes
she hides
in dark
places.

and shallow
cries and
runaway
tears.

and lover's
arms that
cling
too tight
and grasp
so hard.

that the
life
is taken
out of
her.

but she
never
gives
up the
fight.

and she
gives them
even less.

and God
never
leaves
her eyes.

and love
never leaves
it"s mark.

in the dark
places that
sometimes

she goes

to hide

She stumbles
in silence
to her
love's
death
kneel.

her pride
will not
let her
fall..

her spirit
not quite
as true.


her eyes
so distant
and so
small.

again the perfect
lover before her,
broken
and shattered,


like fine
Ming china
at her
feet.

under the
belly
of salt
and pepper
paper
mache clouds,


the rain
has become
the tears
lost
from her
eyes.

soul buried
deep,


still.

seeking
nourishment
biding time.

cocooned
in the fight
to find
herself.

and a
dream that

someday must

come
true.

Today I'm 37
your 36,

Our words
dance between
words,

our one sided
questions
always leave
me on
guard preparing
for the
next attack.

but that is
not how
we used
to be,

once we
were kind
and gentle
and simple
almost to
a fault.

when love
didn't have
to be defined
or caged
or bled
dry from
our hearts.

when I love
you
meant I
loved you.

not a dictionary
of words
and predetermined
feelings and
obligations.

I remember it
well,
you were 12
I was 13
it was
a hot summer
day,

we were
playing in
your blow up
pool in
your back
yard.

and it
was the first
time I
had ever
seen you
in your
one piece
black nylon
bathing suit.

and love was
never to
be the
same again.

Feet burning as

I run across

highway 1

to the sunset

market pavilion,


salt air christening me

that I am finally

home.


here to these

thoughts and dreams

of you.


and your cheesecake

smile.


my belly waiting for it's

daily afternoon

fill of Corona beer

and fish.


hard to believe

I have gotten so

old so fast.


my old guitar

lies silent in

the back seat of

my VW van.


though on occasion

it can still be

heard whispering

your name in song.


and what is to become

of these thoughts

and dreams of you.


Twenty-eight years

later and a world

of broken dreams

apart.


My memory

of you now,

is like

eating alone

and drinking

in the dark,


and old love

is a ***** little

napkin that you

wipe your

face with .


every now and then

I think for

a moment that

I see your face

walking by,


but  then

the sun always

catches my eyes

and makes

me flinch for

a moment in

self-doubt,

and then you

are gone again.


when all I wanted

to do was

buy you a beer

sing you a song

have a taste

of some fish.


and live our

dream over


one more time

again.

from the
moment
of the
birth of
the first
threads
of my
breaths,

bleeding
into the
colors of
life.

I was
young
yet pure,

I was
then a
teenager
and wild
I was for
a moment
a young adult
sewing oats,

between the
moments
stolen in
your young
girl smile

and then
the sun
changed
the colors
of my bright
rainbow
hues,

and I
began to
fade into
this color
of white.

gently tattered.
and worn.

from life's
battles and
tender night
embraces...

till this
moment with
you where
each and
every night

you danced to
my thoughts
and threads
unraveling,

and with  you
still wrapped
.
with my love
and soul
around you.

until we
came to this
moment now
before us

the first
morning
without light

and the next
moment
that I

may die
with you.....

She collects
scrapes
and bruises
on her
heart,

like a
6 year old
school girl
tumbling from

her bike
down an
emotional
hill.

47 and
praying
for the

cleansing

of rain.

in a field
parched
from love,

and a
tender
lovers
midnight
hand.

now she
dodges
falling
stars,

once she
wished
upon them.

and the
morning
Halloween
face
in the
mirror she

thinks

can't
possibly
be her.

a her
she
doesn't
even
recognize
anymore.

afraid of
changes
she will
just live
her life.

to the end



and then

simply fall

away from

the earth.

in all
she has

martyred


and has
cocooned
herself
within.
.

but once......

sigh.

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.

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,

and linger

forever in

your stories,

it is

in your

eyes that

time has

blessed you

most,

forever in love

and forever

again,

in the

joy of

a blessed

heart.

I am here.

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
an arc
angel
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.

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 bodies

and 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....

that you

are well...

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

in everyone
who is
around you.


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.


without words

without asking.

unconditionally..


we are

fountains

to one

another"s

thirst....


that we

must

drink.


to replenish

ourselves

from time

to time

in our

struggle

through

life.

where I am

always

here

for you.


to drink your

fill,

and dream
under the

million

clouds and
stars

that are
in my

sky for you.

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.

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.

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.

My old

bones call

to you,



one last

offering,



they reach out

to you

like a

stream just

before a

frozen winter's

night.



and I

want to

cherish every

moment of

you,



and your poet

words and

thoughts.



until time

freezes me

over,



and  this

one moment

of you is

lost.



you are

gentle and kind,

loving and deep

of thought,



be willing to

reach out

to me and

take a

leap of

faith with

your eyes

wide open.



so our

words will

tangle there

and our voices

will laugh,



and at times

we will

look to others

like drunken idiots

dancing in

the park,

and we are.



and we

have found

this moment

in time

and we will

waste none

of it.



as I move in

your seas

and you

in mine.



to places

where no  

one else could

fathom.



or ever

dared to

try.

And what

is to become

of our winter

shadows

and conscience

stories



if we do

not share

them most

between us.



let my

watercolor

memories

bleed on

to your

page and

yours to

mine.



to sit

on an English

hill and close

tight your

eyes

and share

our life

conversations

back and forth

in prayers.



our voices

like the echos

of an

ocean wave

between two

great ocean

shells.,



your voice

do I hear

whenever

I close

my eyes.



and wish

upon your

dreams,



that you

share with

me tonight.

And sleep

creeps across

your face to

close your

weary eyes,



and I wonder

about you

3000 miles

away,



my destiny

it seems

are in

these words

to seek

your smile

and  one

day to hear

your laughter

at dawn.



and whether it

be this lifetime

or the next

under a

summer solstice

sky or night.



I will willingly

surrender all

of my stories

to you,



for your blessings

and wide-eyed

amusement.



and until then

I will search

the stars for

you that tonight

set my thoughts

to wonder,



if you might

reach out

to me someday,



like dandelions

reach for

the sun,



like water

falls from

the sky.



you are a

wonder to

me over and

over again.



with your Calypso

eyes and your

melancholy

way,



and certainly

in God's heart

I know one



day my

dreams will

call you

home.

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

The pauses between

the moments

in our lives,

never go

unanswered or

wasted upon something

or someone so

much less.



there is a

rhythm between

us and a

still like

when the

sun first

breaks over

the horizon line.



and everything

in the world

begins again.



and so there

my thoughts

and prayers find

you.

on a walk

in a garden

in a dream

half imagined.



and i have not

wandered far.



for how good

I for now a

part of you

defines me.



and now I

am the better

for it.

like flowers

buried under

winter's first

snow, or the incoming

tide chasing away

the outward sea.



I am here next to

you in heart.

and that has made me

a better man

indeed.



and that has

made all

the difference

of day to

night and

whispers to

song in

your eyes.

I have

always felt

about you

that we could

live our

dreams and

life out

inside a

raindrop.



nourishing the

earth kissing

the flowers

as we fall.

and breathe.



giving back

to the

universe much

more than

we ever

received.



I have always

believed we

would then

grow old and

flourish into

something

and two people

far greater

than when

we began,



as God

blessed and

watched over

us.



maybe it

is just I

am sitting

right now looking

outside my

window and

it is raining

and it makes

me think

of you,



because you

have so

nourished me

with the

words you

write,



the insight

you give

me in life.



and the feeling

that you and

I could live

inside a

raindrop.



and very

happy

very happy

we would

always

be.

Bless the

time between

the loves

each of

us has

seen,



like little

windows peeking

into our

adolescent souls.



thousand miles

apart I am still

certain in

different times

in our lives

we dreamt the

same dreams

that we

held love

as a partner

tight under

blankets of

lust and

passion in

the same

light.



And in

that way

we were

partners too.



wishing upon

the same

stars kneeling

to the same

moon.



holding love

tight with

all of our

might.



somewhere

between wayward

dreams,



where we

cried all of

our tears,

and embraced

all of our

joys.



and you

were a

picture in

my heart



that I

knew I

would never

meet,



but somehow

I knew

in the

thousand

nights to

whisper.



yes I love

you too.

The storm

tires into

the blackest

night ,



like a child

held up

way past

his evening's

hour,



And the

window pane

catches  the

lost souls

of fallen

raindrops

upon it's

slippery face,



the nomad

existence of

wayward

dreams,



hoping

to find the

bounty of

your smile,



the tenderest

of moments

in your

eyes,



and the

quiet place

within your

arms

safe and

nurturing

light.



endless thoughts

given and taken

sonnets of

hopes and

amazement

found here

in your eyes.



and the

questions answered

by the

who you

are what

you share

and what you

willingly give.



you a traveler

of hearts

me the

gentle

soul on

the window

paine who

reaches

for you.



and nothing

in this

moment

could ever

be more

when the



two drops

of rain

become one,



and the

Heavens

above kiss

us with

with evening

grace.

A last

surrendered

slumber

in your

eyes

reaches out

to the night,


and all

the stars

in heaven

come to

rest over

you.


and I

come to

sit and

applaud

everything

that is

you,


and all

of the

wishes that

you keep.

and what is

to become

of your

midnight

thoughts

of wonder,


the skipping

and jumping

of calico

cats over

the moon.


as I

wish and hope

for your

joys and

tribulations

of faith.


tell me

your stories,


trust me with

your words

untethered,


let your

heart

be a

full flown

kite in

the sky.


stay here

where children

laugh and

poets cry,


and tomorrow

is a moment,


that we

hope will

never come.

I could

sit and

watch you

write for

hours,


bring you

glasses

of deep

red wine

and swim

in your

laughter and

dance with

the harvest

moon.


memorize the

curl of

your smile

the soft wave

of your

tangled angel

hair as

you sit.


to listen

to your

golden words

of love

and hope

and dreams

that go

beyond the

sky.


to be in

a daily conversation

with you

would

be the

dream of

what fairy tales

are made of.


to listen

to your

heartbeat

and strain

to give you

a glimpse

of mine.


only in

these quiet

moments would

I know you

best.


tell me

your stories

and I will

tell you

mine.


and you will

be the keeper

of everything

beautiful

in my life

and I

in yours.


from the first

poem I

read of

yours.


I felt it.


you put

a pearl

in my

heart


to grow.

There is

a perfect

buried treasure

in your

eyes,



and the

whispers of

mischief dancing

on your

lips.



you have

seen much

witnessed

more.



Your words

drip heavy

with regret

in something

other things

maybe not,



but I

will never

be one

of your

sorrows or

bottom holed

disappointments



for I will

always reach

to lift

your heart

anticipate your

silence

and then

just sit

like a

monk and

listen

and feel

your voice

fall over

me.



and when

you need

to be held

I will

hold you.



with the a

prayer that

I will never

have to

let you go..

Bury the

time of

past moments

that you

found yourself

fighting

against

the wind.



sit with

me under

calico cat

colored

skies that

surround

you like

a song

deep inside

your heart.



season to season

in doubt

return to

these pages

again.



and I

I always will

be here for

you waiting.

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 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...

a moments
sigh,

as your
breath breathes.
in and
against
my chest.

we are
like sand
and shore
that have
been carved
and shaped
by one another
into this
moment over
thousand
of years.

but now
to be with
you here
tonight,

is a
testimony
that
we have
always
been together.

before time
before woman
and man.

and yet
now as you
surrender
before me
husband and
wife,

it is
certain and
true to
the stars
that nothing
in this
universe will
ever be
as great

again.

you know
the ones
you hide
from the
rest of the
world,

some borrowed
some forgotten
some haunting
you for
the rest
of your life.

lovers misplaced
friends let loose
and when
we were young
love was
just a game
of catch and
release..

and what
is to become
of us
the sum of
all lies,

I should
of held
onto you
tighter way
back then,

like that
ride on the
ferris wheel
when tomorrow
was nowhere
insight.

and love
was a triangle
of you me
and once upon
a time.

and now
it has
left us
here.

older not
wiser and
me

blinded by
the light
of loving
you.

The rain rolls off roofs

I see your blur
down the hall
Words die
on my lips

last night
hangs upon
my body like a
mist of
stale sweat
and circumstance.

love was never
something to
navigate our
feelings,

emptiness was
just a need that
had to be filled.

and as you
wipe me
from between
your legs and
mouth...

I can feel
what little
love I had
left for you
in my heart

begin to
runaway like
a mongrel
dog crying..

to hell perhaps..

it seems like
a much
better place
than here.....

Summer
The curtains are still
A distant train is muted
Soles against the wall

a tyrants reign has
finally come
to and end,

a poet tear
bleeds deep
inside your
heart then
dries inside
your soul.

runaway sorrow
vanishes from
view beyond
the horizon
line..

and all I
can do
now is simply
stand
in front of
you ...

and say

hello...

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...

The monkeys
have all
gotten out,

run and hid
in their
3 button suits
and chosen
professions

or their
favorite watering
holes to
finally, sit
and slowly
fade away
into a
another lonely
night.

and no one
is to blame
no one
needs
to shed a
tear of
pity or
words
of condolences.

we all
knew what
we were
doing right
from the
start.

should of
stayed in
the zoo,

should of
joined a
circus.

they would
of certainly
of treated
us better
than what
we did
to ourselves.

sitting at
the bottom of the barrel
looking up.

last monkey
standing.

could you
take all of smiles
inside your
heart and give
them to me
everyday of
forever?

could I catch
every
reflection
of light
running their
across your
angel eyes
like sparks
of fire?

and the
deep breaths that
you take
can I slumber
deep inside them
and never
awake?

could I
take you
with me every
where that
I go.

and as the
pages in
my life keep
turning,

you will
always be there
with me,

from this  life

to the next.

From the
moment I
caught your
runaway smile,

I knew love
must of kissed you
in this Sunday
morning light.

everything
about you
was fireworks
on a fourth of
July evening,

and nothing
was taken for
granted in
you laugh.

you are
a brightener
of days.

the first
sigh of
angels...

and the
world and
I are so
much
greater
for it...

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.

Tonight,

Let me
lie down
upon your
tender belly
and look
up and sky
and connect
the stars
in the shapes
of animal *******
cookies,

then taste
them one
by one
upon your
lips,

in one of
our finest
deserts
of life.

let me chase
fire flies
across this
night,

without anyone
futures to
decide.

opening
our eyes
to

and bend of
all our love
and truth
in this
moment.

let me
pray like
crazy that
I might
never have
to close
my eyes,

and just
rejoice in
this moment
of seeing
you.

let me
simply lie
naked and
melt under
your canopy
smile

tonight.

Again you
have painted
my morning
with the beauty
of your eyes,

and am
rich beyond
life's words.

My thoughts
fall to you,
like leaves
from a
old stick
tree in
the wind.

my heart
buried
beneath your
feet ,

to willingly
lie and
whisper to
these hills.

and my
voice can
only be
heard by
you.

and in
the wonder
of this universe,

it is
just so.

You have
always been
to me
a beat
of a
moment,

the pause
of my heart.

the break of
first light
of dawn's
quiet offering.

and it
is just
with a hello
that you
weave your
magic.

and words
are simply
out done.

by your
angel eyes
by your
quiet touch

this morning.

My dreams
see all
of the
spaces inside
you,

and my
thoughts rejoice
in every
thought of
you that
they find.

your eyes
full of
stars.

and your
whispers of
moments
that seem
to last
forever
in your
smile.

and each
morning
I am
the greater
because
of you.

and each
evening
when you
leave I
know too

that the
world is
something
less.