You can run into the sun
into the breaking of the day
but I can see you.

You can't deny the night inside you
when you want me there beside you
can you see me now?

he brings me peace
wrapped up in love
his love is tender sweet
we fit together as hand in glove

he knows just such
to soothe me right
and when I need his touch
to be strong with might

he found me blue
bruised petals torn
knew what to say and do
to chase away my forlorn

he has ruined me now
for any other ever
with the love he endows
a bond too strong to sever

he is more than a good man
my respect for him grows
depend upon him I can
as he can me he knows

the love he gives is so good
forever my heart his to keep
at last love manifest as it should
forever I am his little meep

© J.C.

Poetry breathes life into relics.

My mother needs no metaphors
She has abstruse meaning of her own
A music in her rhythmic voice
But, over the years she has jaded

Become fragile, and her temper often mercurial
Her heart curls up as cats do, purring softly
My love she may not endear, and the fights have gotten worse
Especially now, but sometimes I get faded too

Her heart now has a music of her own
I've forgotten the tune
She once sang to me
Now that voice is raspy and frail

Potato chips, candied strawberries
All the tastes I remember
None I can afford, the memory stays

Dreams are reality in dreams !