Oh your lovely dreams
hover close
pon your periphery
and spin in teasing circles.
Just close enough
to graze them each
with fingertips.
And well chewed lips
do not suffice
to resolve that issue.
Revolving scenes
of magic dreams
that wax and wain.
What bliss is pain
to watch them -
the tumult of the storm.
To know if you
could make one step
you might reach out
and take one firm to hand
to make it real for you.

Twaz thee my heart
In darkest night,
That lit the fire
And brought to light,
The skarz left from
A score of hearts.
Departed yet the wounds remained.

Twaz thee my life,
Cool kissed those wounds.
That soothed the hurt,
Who cleanzed the dirt,
To route my demons
From my core.
Freed me from the grip once held.

Twaz thee my love,
When darkness fled,
Who coalesced
In shimmering lights.
Who stood strong
As the sun did rise.
Who brighter shined
Like hope and said,

“Twaz thee from the very start
Twaz thee my love,
My life,
My heart!”