it is

a wishful

thing

every time

I kiss you.


a falling star

come true.


a copper

penny

found heads

upon

the street.


to hold all

of you in

my arms,


is the sea

embracing

shore,


the roots

of a tree

Mother Earth.


a horizon line

the edge of

darkness.


but you

are my

light,


and warmth

and holiness

our first kiss

tonight.


and I

am but

the pilgrim

who seeks

you.


the lover

who can

love nothing else.


the man

who sees

no one

but you

in my

eyes.

it is 1030
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.

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.

Your kisses
are like
baby's breath
in a field.

sacred
innocent,

the arc
of your hips
move like
Thunder on
a desert plain
as you
make love
and move
over me.

and as
your tongue
searches
every part
of my body
and soul,

I feel you
everywhere.

you are the
sum of
all things,

the angel
of mercy of
this coal
black sky

tonight.

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.....

You sit
by the
seaside
waters
edge,

and blue
sky
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.

we can
never
go back.

to Sunday
mornings,


with the
loves
of our
lives.

turning over
like an
open love
letter
for only
them to
read
in our
bed.



holding us
dear.

it is
a reflection
that you
can
never
focus
to clarity.

a heart
beat
that
skips a
beat,

and then
never
comes back
to you
again.

a first
kiss

just once.

and then
it runs away
from your
lips.

and at the
thought
of him.

you rush
for the
cold
salvation
of a
ice
shower
against
your skin.

whenever
to remember
when.

it is a
solitary maze
you walk..

and his
arms are
lost
to you.

and my
words.

are such
a poor
substitute

for the
look
in his
eyes,

whenever
he would
see you.

the laughter
in his
voice,

over
something
that you
have said.

this Sunday
morning

I can't
promise.

I can't
promise.

I can only
give
you these
pauper's
words

and a
place
to rest
your
weary
head.

tonight.

I would
fight
the world
for you,

I would
break a
mountain
down,

run a
full river
dry.


pebbles
to dust.

water to
dirt.

under sky
black and
blue.

in the
tenderness
of a
moment,

I would
look
deep
into
your eyes.

and lift
your soul
into the
day,

and the
universe
would
begin
for just
the
two of
us.

and the
touch
of your
hand
would
hold me
in perfect
arc across
this sunset
horizon
line.

that traces
your smile
in the
wind.

and I
will
never
forget
you,

not now
not from
the first
moment
we met.

in heaven's
grace
and reverent
prayer.

you answered
mine.

I sit.

catching
every
glimpse
in your
eyes.

I feel
rich.

holding
out for
this moment
to never
end.

when the
times
of a
child"s
daydreams
are
over,

and the
tears
of circus
clowns
are long
forgotten.

I sit.

a thousand
miles
away
from you.

unannounced,
rectified.

to your
life and
all it's
trimmings
of faith
and hope.

and day
dreams you
once had
as a
child
escape me.

but still
beckon me
to chase
them down

to find

your treasures

of heart


buried under

some distant
sandy beach,

I know
not where..

but I
resist
temptation.
to find
their end.

because
I don't
want
this moment
to end.

to sit
and catch
every glimpse
in your
eyes,

and in
my life
to never
want
anything

more.

The surrendering
of breathing
to one
another,

in deep
embraces
that tilt
the sky.

a moment
of exhilaration
in your
eyes.

anything
that would
be your
need of
me.

no holding
back

a sigh
finding
it's own
true
nature
in the
night.

without
words
or things
that you
can't take
back.

just given
with no
regrets

no expectations.

only promises
of days
ahead
and what
may come

of us.

never pretending
catching the
reflection of
each of
your heart beats
entwined
with mine.

and the
destination is
always the
same,

a glimpse
of heaven,

and this
moment of
everything
in your

eyes
tonight.

the holding
of light
as the
evening
falls,

outside
your work's
window
pane,


the journey
home to
everything
that you
are.

leaving
all of
us to
melt,

in our
footsteps
to our
lives
lived
far away.

like sun
leaving
sky

never to
see the
night

even once.

I walk
and think
of you,

and you
might as
well be

a million
miles

away.

for I
will never

find you

there.

you will

never come

home
to me.....

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.

The tender

sigh upon

your breath,


the whisper

of something

misplaced

in your

life before.



I hold

near to

my heart ,


and with

all the
pieces

of your
life that
are
you.


I find

peace and

love,


and a
warm

and gentle

place to

place my

soul.


and in

your arms

that embrace

me I am

whole and

you are

whole,


and we

are complete

in love
with
one
another..


we are

one in this

passion
night.

.

where our

sighs
do not

wander
unanswered


and our

dreams

fill the
sky.


and you

open to

receive

me ,

with

trust and

hope in

your sighs.


and I give

you deep

I give you

full.

and

your pleasure

is a
blessing

to my

eyes.

midnight kisses.


Tonight
under the
rumble
of our
moistened
satin
sheets,

I could
not hold
you any
tighter
between
my arms,

or could
I lie
deeper
in your
sighs,

and in
our bed.

there
is no
doubt
in the
stars
that fall
around
us over
head.

and my
universe
tilts
to your
eyes,

and my
senses
fill with
the taste
of you,

and over
and over
again
this one
moment
will never

be enough.

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.

Last night
my thoughts
of you were
playing peek a boo
behind the
moon,

driving up 101
my brakes
to stop
me from
feeling this
way,

a million
light years
from my
heart.

and this
morning
I saw you
at work at
9;02 A.M.,

and if
I could
I would
go to that
place everyday
for the rest
of my life.

my fortunes
have fallen now
to you..

and I am
the fruit
upon your
vine.

and while
this night
baths
me in
it's light

I pray this
forever moment
of you

never ends.

Be not afraid
of the dark
anymore.

and the
whisper that
you sometimes
here at
night.

it is
me.

and the
storm that
comes
to cleanse us
into the
white.

we are
brave and
wise to
one another

and in
this life
I will not stir
in slumber
without you
ever again.

I used to
be able
to look
into my
morning
mirror,

and not
give another
thought to
this moment
or the next.

But now with
with you
I realize
all the
moments are
connected,

and from
this moment
to the next,

free fall
is not a
option but
it is the really
of the way I
feel every time
I look into
your eyes.

and like
the morning flowers
seeing the
suns first
morning
light

I bend to
you.

these
days,

barricades of
tears
behind your
eyes,

moments
pressed
hard against
your heart.

the sweet
sound of
honey
when
you breathe
in my
ears,

redemption
in your
smile

on any
kind of
day.

the things
these
days that
test your
will.

pages
turning
in these
words
I write.

my childhood
comes
for me
some nights.

I wish
I was
12 and
you were
10.

and the
world
could
start all
over

again.

Hollow sounds

running away

from the back

of my heart.


I can't

chase them.

I can't

go back.

no matter

how much

I wish

that I could.


I'm blinded

sometimes

by the things

that I have done.

choices that

I have made.


In our love

I opened

up the

box of ******* jacks.

and the prize

was missing.


I was so

much less

to you.

than you

deserved

..
lost  myself  after ten

years or so in

our relationship.


and I never

found

you

again.


We died

in my shallow faith

and we

never

even

noticed.


They say

that I am

not that

person

anymore.


and my marriage

now of 24 years

was always

meant to be

the love of

my life.


and I

am just

writing

this

because I

thought

that you

might like

to know.


with no

regrets...


I finally

found

my prize.

Some times

at night,

you
curl at
the foot
of your
gypsy
bed,

with the
grace
of an angel
smitten.

heart half
given.

soul half
empty
to love.

the lyrics
of Lennon
forever,

wandering
through the
strawberry
fields in
your head.

where sometimes
nothing
seems
real.

but the
moment
before
sunset
and night.

when I

walk through

your door.


you become

all that is

best about you.
and I am

completely unaware.

as you become
quiet
like a
cat.

sneaking
up to
extinguish
a mouse's

last light.

After  twenty -one
years of
marriage

our love
still plays
in one
another's
eyes,

like back
yard
children

on a
summer's
day.

not taking
rest,

nor needing
shade,

summersault
smiles
and gypsy
wish
day dreams

paint our
day.

and I
wouldn't
know
what do

without
your
heart to
take me

there.

I wouldn't
breathe

now would
I ever want
to again...

A true moment,

Our
lazy
afternoon
legs
tangled

cozy
under
piggy back
clouds,

wild hide
yellow
birds
running
races
across the
sky.

your smile
a rye
one,

with the
wrinkle
here and
the sly
look
there,

of someone
who has
won and
lost
at love
before.

and the
story tale
magic
of the look
of your
smile.

always
sends me
off balance
catches
my breath

and throws
my heart
away.

to only
where
you
could
ever
find it.

buried
somewhere,
deep

there

inside
your

angel eyes
tonight.

Heaven moves
with
grace and
purpose
across
your eyes,

like a
sea house
light
bringing
wayward
ships
home from
sea.

and when
I look
into
them

I am
safe,

and held
harmless
against
my fears,

in this
moment

I breathe
deep of
you.

and your
candy kane
taste
smile.

wether
you are
near or
far.

I am

here.

and you
move
in me

like a

fire.

(for a friend of mine who is slowly dying of a rare brain disease)


Dance with

your shadow

and half moon

smile within

it's secrets

that it

carries

with you

through

the night.



you are

different

now but

not lost

to the

black sky

without

light.



whispers

to the night,



a song

perhaps to

amuse

yourself,



worry not

any further

you are

on a different

road,



and in

finding

yourself

again,



it will mean

so much

more.



like the

moment a

artic river

meets the

pacific sea,



it is so much

more that

it becomes.



as will

you my

friend.



when one

day you

will have

peace.



as inside

you a

river meets

the sea.

And in the
pieces of
your day
do you
ever read
my poems
to yourself
out loud,

or send a
thought
in open
cloud sky
my way,

do you
feel the
ever so
light change
of season
in your life.

where now you
sense,

by reading these
poems there
is now something
different in
your world,

perhaps a
smile unexpectedly
or a
giggle that
you can't
figure out
why,

or you
see a
place that
you have seen
a thousand
times before,

but somehow
today it somehow
looks differently.

these are
the pieces of
you I now
share and
shape these
words upon
this paper.

and because of
that I am wiser
still,

and also quieter
in thought.

at the
moment that
one day I
might hear
your heartbeat
near.

and  we
might sit
across a
table,

for a cup of
coffee or
two.

In the
corner
of your
fairy
tale
life.

your
beauty
holds
fast ,

like a
falling
star
forever
leaving
it's
firelight
into
the black.

I see
you.

walking
across
your
bedroom
floor,

with the
shards
of broken
hearts
cutting
through

the callous
bottoms of

your angel

feet.

and I
know
you have
been
the final
dream
to many.

and the
last
breath
of a
few.

and all
I can
do is
applaud
your
appetite
for love.

and deep
kisses.

that mean
everything.

in the
middle of
the night.

when celebrating
the fourth
of July,

every night

we lied

naked in your
bed.

but now
I sit here
encompassed
by you.

like a
mongoose held

captive

forever in

the cobra's

spell.

such are
the last
dreams

of nomad souls,

such are

the last dreams

of dead men

walking...

a blanket
of fireworks
in your
eyes,

to celebrate
every
moment
spent
with you.

it is
a long
ways
around
sometimes.

falling
in and
out of
the every day
things
that we
do.

but love
trust
and certainty
are always
you.

your marriage
your children
your faith.

and though
you are
a long
way gone
down the
road of
your own,

I am grateful
through
for these
poems
that you
have stopped
and shared
with me,

you have
made me so
much more
than the
poet I
was before...

You take
my
breath
away
with
your

teardrop
smile.

your imaginary

fire *******
kisses

and angel
laughter
in the
middle
of our
night.

while
a canopy
moon crests
over a
star
filled
night.

the heavens
bend
to you.

and your
gentle
ways.

and your
angel
smile.

and to
all the
wonders
about
you that
I hold
so dear
to me.

the celebration
of sky
is you

in all
this sky
can hold.

and a
moment
without
you.

would
certainly
be the
absence

of sky

itself.

Coming to
know you
now,


I bend and

I am shaped
by your
river"s edge
and pay

homage
to your
words.

and sleep deep
in your
prayers and
reveal long
in the
salvation

of meeting you.


siren's weep
at the sorrow
at love's dead
lies at
your feet.
and as God
as my witness
I sweep
them away,

I send you
night dreams
and slippers
for your
angel feet. and
deep warm
blankets that
surround
you like
a summer
soltice moon.


I open the
window to
the night
and the
nomad wind,


that moves
like a sonnet
melody over
you. but
mostly my
thoughts sleep
beside you,


where forever
your smile
keeps.

The weather is

in your eyes,


and the tossing

of cumulus clouds

across this

Charcol sky  ..


open is

my heart

to your tender

smile. and yours

to mine as well.


bed fellows

of winter nights.


and time

is somehow

misplaced

by your

touch.


it lingers longer

it means more.


whenever you

are near.


and the

nape of

your neck,

is where all

true loves

goes to

die,


in ecstasy

and in

celebration.


and this

moment

cannot

last long

enough.


nor your

kiss cannot

reach deep

enough to

quench the

thirst that

God has

given me

for you.


and as

this moment

finally

passes,


you take the

best that

is me with

you,


and it is given

willingly

and I

know I will

never be

the same

again.

And the

dawn

sleeps over

your dreams

and the call

of a voice

inside you

reminds

you that

you are

still

a child of

these days.



looking for

innocence

again,



is there

no one

here to

remind you

of that



and walk

with you

a while.



lost inside

your house

where sometimes

nothing looks

familiar,



let your walls

fall down,



heal the

the heart.



and love will

see you

and take your

hand again.



and run

with your

dreams

awhile,



and you will

remember

the child

inside

you

let it free.



across this

South Carolina

cinnamon sky.



and I will

celebrate

your smile

once again

And the

dreams

that touch

your day,


and the

colors

that fill

your eyes,


the moments

of reflection

that shadow

your heart,


take

me there

with you


never to

return,


or hunger

for the

pieces

of you


that are

hidden

away

deep in

your heart.


bless

me with

your stories

of pain

and innocence

of joy

and tribulation.


take

me there

with you,


through

the rabbit

hole then

over

your corner

of the sky,


so I

may

understand

you best.


where your

restless

soul is

still and

your eyes

lay in all

of the colors

of the sun


weeping.

but not

of sorrow

but save


the joy of

something else...

When I
was a young
boy,

a girls eyes
were always
so beautiful
and pure,

then as a
young man
they seemed to
lose a little
of their
color and
fade.

and now as
an old man
their eyes
are mostly
broken
with sharp
edges and
wrinkled
spaces,

where the
tears of
life and love's
disappointment
came to dry.

but once
their eyes
were the sun...

and then the
*******
lovers came,

and left
them with
only shallow
words of
poetry to
cover and
mend their
souls...

and now the
sun hides
from view,

nothing worth
to see here

anymore....

I saw
a man die
this morning,
it was
real
it was
hard,


right
between
my eyes.

a heart attack
struck
him down.

and no matter
how righteous
the fight
they could not
save him.

it happened
right outside
my restaurant
table window,

between my
morning coffee
and the local
newspaper"s
Monday morning
adds.

and while
it all
went on
the wife
stood
in silence
outside the
paramedic
truck"s
back door
steps whispering

to herself.

looking inside
as her
husband
passed
from this
place to
the next.

and a few
minutes later
as she
drove in

her big
black Buick
in solitude
away,

she had
a dazed
look
on her
face,

as if she
was worrying
about
what she
was going

to make for

dinner tonight,


for the

first time

alone.

And your
heart seeps out
into the
ground.

only to
be buried
cold by
this moment.

buried by
all of the
fragments of
news and
pieces of
you,

loves won
loves lost.
love never
given,

love never
received.

and in
this tragic
glimpse of
time,

now
you must
face the
honesty
of you.

standing on
a breach
of echos
of times
that you thought
you heard
I love you,

and then
you almost
answered
"I love you
back".

and now
with this
sickness that
questions
and grips
our very
lives,

thank God I
I know that
I am exactly
where I
was meant
to be.

and I love
my wife
like a
dream come
true.

and I hope
it is that
way with
all of
you.

cause one
heart was
never meant
to go
through all
of this

alone.

Hollow is her

crooked smile

born from

a child of

broken tears,


nothing was ever

going to

be right or

wrong in her

Deja Vue

point of view.


suffering through

the same

delusions that

black is white

white is black.


she is  just

a raggedy ann doll

thrown away

over and over again.


by lovers

and bruisers

and people

who drank

her spirit

dry,


and then

left her

for dead

by the

side of

life"s long

and winding

road.


one moment

it might

be divorce

she hides

behind

and next

the death

of a fantasy,

or a chicken

bone

stuck

deep in her

throat.


but the
outcome is

always the same.


she is damaged goods

and the worst thing she

could ever do is look

in the mirror for ten minutes.


where she would

have to face herself.

and admit she isn't

alive anymore.

and without

direction


the tumble ****

has tumbled

on.

It is the

barren place

of silence and lost

eyes,


and long deep sighs

of the sweetest

sorrow that I remember

you best.



hopes and dreams

stumbling past

my eyes like

a three-legged

dog , turning right

turning right

turning right.


always ending up

in the same

place it started.


my waterfall tears

expired my fate

is simply that

I no longer

hold your interest anymore.


like a small

child discarding

a once favorite

toy.


I will not

be welcomed

back.


and the wonder

of it all


is that I wasn't

ready to leave.


I never would

of been ready

to leave,


but that was

not my dream

it was yours,


and now love is dead,


and like a dried and

nasty smelling

womb,



God knows

in your heart

for me.


my love will

never grow

again.

Each of us
ready,

waiting,
under
chameleon skins
of past
relationships.
colors and
textures
blurred.

we wait
open
like tributary
veins
ready to
flow into
the mother
load.

we hope
eternal,
defined by
our last
breath,


and the
horizon
that lies
before
us.

speechless
unsettled
you retire
to take a
bath ...

and I
return to
find my
way through

this Bible
this maze
that has
become
my life.

that always

dances in

my head,

and it's

eternal

heartbeat
that always

thinks
of you.

and everything
in her eyes
and the reflection
in mine,

is the story
of our lives,

and at
night,

the quiet
slumber
is that of
clouds slowly
moving through
the sky
on a rainy
night.

and  in
our sleep
and in
our dreams her
hand always
seeks to
hold mine,

and never
do we
wake.

and in morning
her kiss is
deeper still.

and today
in the moments
we are apart,

are all the
moments in
my life
that I
will only
miss her
more.

and a hundred
times today
I will look
up to the sky

and say,

"she married me
she married me"

and for
that Lord
I will be

forever blessed.

I know
you feel love
is just
a gypsy
shadow,

the moment
between day
and night
struggling
for light.


something you
can barely
see,

like blind
faith or
an unborn
child in
a woman's
womb.

and yet nothing
you are
able to
hold on
too.

sleep deep
under your
covers,

sing softly
your songs
to God.

it might not
be this
world that
you are
truly loved,

or you finally
know your
worth.

but in
his world
doubt will
not exist

nor *******
sons..

who love
you hard
with all
their might.

and then
spit their
juice deep
inside your
thighs.

and you
call it
love...

Many a
late gypsy
night.

struggling
to get
yourself
free,

from back
door conversations,

in stolen
moments

where
your soul
carries
half the
weight.


and you can
feel it.

in everything
you do.

everything
you touch

isn't you.

you lie
with tears
dried
on early
morning
pillows.

and no one
by your side.

and love
cannot
find you
there.

and your Disney
princess
dreams,

shake and

then fall

from your
eyes.

it is another
life you
live there

"the other
woman"

you have
become..

and still
souls cry for
you here.

and still
open arms wait
.for you,


but your still

stuck on

being the

next Mary Poppins

in his life,


but quite

honestly


I don't

even think

you know

how to sing.

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...

Dust
collects
on stale
hearts,

moon light
dissipates
warmth as
night falls
around you.

poet's pen
bleeds true
and deep

subscribes
only to
you,

and our
misgivings.

If I
am cast
to be
no one
in your
eyes,

I will
take the
passage

gratefully.

to wander
lost between
your heart
and soul

and never
ask for
love's true

offering.

and that
fate would
be true
and just,

a simple
life for a
simple man,

who once made
the mistake
to ever
dream of love
and you.

For 35 years

he would

man his little

starters golf shop

and each time

my sons and I

would dread

seeing him

there.


but we golfed

and he complained

about life

his wife

his dog

his general lot

in life.


and he

took no responsibility

with any

of it,


He woke up

that morning

and said

to his wife

that Tom Petty

had died,

and how

sad he was

but the

salvation of

the matter was

that that is

exactly how

he wanted to

die someday.

quick.


it was odd for

him to wake up

at 7:30 that morning,

his wife said

he would always

wake at 8:30.


but she figured it

was nice to

have him up

an hour earlier

so they could talk

and piddle around

the house.


the day

was last

Thursday, Oct. 4th

the day Tom Petty

died.


and two hours

later at 10:30

in the morning

that grumpy

old man Lester

died  too.


and it

was quick

like a rattlesnake

just jumped

up and

bite him

in the heart.


He died

grumpy,


but in some way

all of us

are somehow

the lesser

for it.


but I also

know inside

that God

won't handle

him much

better ..


my bet is

God sends

that grumpy

old man back,

you and
your peek a boo
smile,

and your
diamond
eyes that
flash lightning
strikes
in the
night.

speak my
poems
back to
me,

these
words of
sunlight
and shadows.

tell me
all these
things
that I
see in
you,

that are
the definition
of destiny
and
happiness
to me.

throw
away the
darkness,

let the
minutes
and hours
of the
day
melt over
me.

as I sit
here and
write to
you.

with these
words.

that only
you could
give a
home

tonight.

In my
journey
I have
found rest
and comfort
in your
smile.

a warmth
and friendship
without
words or
awkward
conversations.

the awakening
of open
thoughts
and honest
intentions.

and you
give me
time
and you
give
me pieces
of you,

and I am
amazed.

and at
last
thought
at the end
of your
day,

I wish you
dreams
and promises
for God
to keep,

to rest
your head
upon,

and angels
sing  and
for a
moment,

between
the here
and there
of this
world,

we dance.

(8/11/17)

Each day
with you
memories
fall
into our
eyes,

leaving me
with hopes
and angel's
debts,

phantom
sighs of
you
and I,

echos
through my
heart
and mind.

legs
entwined
under
cool
sheets
of our
bed

open arms
of love
and satisfaction
feed our
empty
souls

tonight.

and all
before
you

is the sum
of all
in my
life

that was
never
done.

lover's
skeletons
hung in
up stair
closets

forever
hid from
view.,

lust filled
dogs
of my
youth
running
scared

and
naked
through
my life"s

back
streets.

but now I
surrender,

all that I
am to

you.

you lie
your shadow
over me,

in these
thoughts
that  I
chase
to catch
in the
day.

a smile
here
a laugh
there
perhaps.

catching
a glimpse
of you
inside
your
office
window
pane.

and what
is to
become
of these
day dreams
as they
wander,

like puppies
unleashed
on a
summer's
beach.

reasons
without
purpose,

spontaneous
actions
w­ithout
cause,

love
without
conditions,

only the
thought
of you
in mind.

like the
exact
moment
we enter
into
this world,

or the
exact
moment
God's
chooses
us to
leave it.

each is
equally
my thoughts

of you

tonight.

I was a

lost boy

toy soldier

from her

life.



lying still

after the

final conflict,



bleeding regret,

ready to let

the earth

soak me

down.



a fool's

look painted

on my face,



crimson cheeks

wallaby eyes.

a heartless

shell of

circumstance.



barely taking

last breaths

between

love's nowhere

shadows.

.

glory lost.



bound

only to

where

bad lovers

go to die.



to where

lover's skeletons

have been

picked clean

to the

bone.



and lies

and deceit

have rotten

their eyes.