And this

next word

will be

the start

to  forever,


and with

the awakening

of your soul

and the

gentle stirrings

of feeling

long since

dried


I have

come to

moisten you,


to move

upon you

in the

night .

and dance.


where we

can be

children again

chasing

first kisses,

and tasting

love for

the first time.


and in forever

we will never

tire in

our bed.


and I will

sit and

smile

at you,


and dream inside

your eyes.


and pray for

this nite

to never

end,


and the

children in

us to run

free and

trust and

honesty

to be the

depths in

our hearts,


and our love

and hope


to shape

the stars.

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.

and the
underbelly
of your
love,

is the
softest
place that
I have
ever
known...

as night
shade
shadows
dance
over us,

and angel
wings spread
to the
beatings
of our
hearts.

I reach out
to you.
to find
eternity
in your
eyes.

to see
the child in
my spirit
running
free.

to you
without
hesitation
or doubts,

as I hold
you still,

turning
pages
in the
dark

of whatever
forever
may bring...

Without
hesitation
I would
give up
forever,

for a day
to be
spent
with you,

nothing old
everything
new.

the touch
of your
hand for
the first
time,

the seal
of our
lips
under
stars.

the sound
of your
voice,

the dance
of your
eyes.

listening
to your
heart
with my
ear
pressed
close,

the unveiling
of love
in your
touch.

the bond
of passion
and secret
wishes
on our
tongues.

yes

without
regret

I would
give up
forever
for a day
to be
spent with

you.

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.

She is

blackballed

to her

old lovers

even

though she

might slither

back to

them now

and then.


I know for

a fact

because I

am a member

of the club.


We still

meet on Tuesdays

nights down at

the Elks.


the sloppy

stories we

tell and the

sighs that

can still be heard.


we sing them

to one another

like a choir

in chorus

in tune.


and none of

us will be

donating blood

Anytime soon,


doctors say

that we can't .


thanks, Mary Jane.

whoever

thought jumping into bed

with me

would 30 years later

become a felony.


loving her was

as real as it gets,

we all say that.


that little

thing she

did with her

tongue..

over 99 percent

of our bodies.


she was good at

that she was

good at everything.


Especially making us

believe that

loving her

was whatever

we wanted

it to be..


today she is

remembered by us

as a *****.


every Tuesday night

you can hear

us say it in

chapter and verse.


but she is

our *****.


and God bless

her for that.

Sometimes you
talk in whispers,

and I imagine
it must
be one of
the most glorious
things in
the universe.

to sit there
beside you
and then whisper
back at you
in return.

so young
you are
like a window
you look through
and then see
everything for
the first time,

my life is so
far past those
moments
so I leave them
all to you,

so you may
smile and sing
in  the
beauty in
everything.

to wander
and find
priceless diamonds
in your lover's
eyes.

and love
in everyone
and everything
that you see.

hold tight.

just as I hold tight
now ...

in this moment
of writing
you.

you grace us
by your sight,

bless us by
your innocence
and circumstance.

and I would
share a thousand
jelly beans
with you
after school,

like kids
without reason
laughing in
a  park

we are free.

in all

that you

dream,



with your

eyes

closed

and your lips

pressed

against mine.



I feel them.

and your

passion is

the ties

that bind

us.



and the

sky may

turn to

rain

but I cannot

and will not

take the

coward's way

out and

ever let

go of you.



and all

my dreams

too will

come true.



at the

moment

you open

your eyes

to me.

Tonight.

your love
is buried
7 feet
deep.

guarded
by fences
and feelings
sharp.

captured
there but
not tamed.

or given

openly to
another
in trust
or complete
surrender.

and you
will not
compromise,

or alter
a degree
to this
course
of life
and love

that you
are on.

so I
follow
in your
wake.

taste
the air
from
your
lips.

shadow
your smile
in my
dreams

yearning
for the
day.

when I
call the
place

beyond
your
fences

home...

it is
the small
of your
back
as my
leg
moves
across
it in
the
morning"s
first blessing
of light,

that excites
you moist.

the drape
of your
neck
as my
lips
move
in ecstasy
all
around
it.

as my
voice
whispers
everything
into your
ears.

the emptying
of souls
to one
another.

this vessel
dance
of you
and I.

that we
can never
partner
with anyone
else.

these
moments
in our
day.

that assure
us both
that we
would
never
need
to.

or want
to find
heaven's
golden
gates
alone...

And the

memory
of melting
Zodiac
popsicles,


running down
your sweet
lips. and
the yearning
for cool

pin head

rain kissing

my back
on hot
summer
solace
days,


and the

belly aching

of annoying
friends like
harbor flies
bussing around
my head.,


you know the
really big
ones.

and in

the kitchen

the dishes
slumber deep
in their
porcelain
bed,

and barnacle
pieces of
food cling
to their
smooth edges,

and lazy
dish *****
run up

and down

left and

right in my
imagination
across their
face.

the karma
of *****
dishes

and a
summer
deluge of

missing you

that just
won't
stop.

Lying next
to you.

God
blesses me
wakes me
this morning.

another day
of grace.

of loving
you.

full wet
deep
kisses,

hand in
hand
moments
at the
grocery
store.

honored
witnesses
of our
children
growing
old
before
our eyes.

lying naked
exhausted
to all
hours on
a Sunday
afternoon.

taste
of you
always
on my
lips.

a prayer
for
you
always
upon
my heart.

and the
rhythm
of my days
is the
movement
of your
breath,

and ordinary
is not
a place
for us.

and forever
is always
our Heavenly
Father's
gift of

this one
moment

that I
share
with you.

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...

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.

Behind the

black mirror

that sometimes

you look

through in

your life.


I am

the love

and balance

behind it.


the giver

of kisses

of compassion

and  lust.


bury me deep

in your lips,

follow me

far in your

dreams

let go

of all of

the doubts

that past

loves have

burden you

with,


like a

weighted

vessel taking

water on in

high seas.


to much,

enough is

enough,


now bend only

to me and

under you

I will bend

willingly

to you.


and nothing else

in time

will matter.

and your

blue eyes

will be


my sky

and all I

will forever

call home...

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.

The most
unsettling
place that
I have
known.

the darkest
place
that
I am
alone

are the
places

I am
without
you.

tangled
within
myself.

unsure
of even
my own
human
nature.

the world
still reaches
out to me.

yet I am
afraid
to welcome
it in.

afraid to
seek my
fortune.

of chance
or change
or Destiny's
wishes.

I knew once
I was safest
in your arms.

in your
dreams

in all that
surrounded
me that
was you.

and now
I have  
not felt
that way
in a very
long time.

and my  
greatest
fear
is that
I may never
feel that
way again.

why would
you ever
choose to
leave me
here without
you.

unprotected
in the silence.

unloved in
my heart

alone,

missing
kisses,

in the dark.

It is a
lonely
proposition
to sit
here and
think of
you
tonight.

nothing I
say will
ever
be answered
no syllable
from my
lips will
ever touch
your ear.

but still
in this moment
you are
everything,

even in
the deepest
depths of
every breath
that I
breathe.

it all
all comes
back
to you,

endless banter
with me
and this
one star
tonight,

that will
always shine
you into
my eyes.

and then
leave me
again naked
and unafraid

helplessly
hoping

you.

over and
over again,

like it knows
me all
to well,

and sometimes
it knows
me better
than myself.

Certainly there
is for me
a heartbeat
within a
heartbeat
in your
day today,

a moment
that sneaks
upon you,

like a soft
breeze when
you least
expect
it,

and then
suddenly takes
your breath
away.

and then sets
your mind
to wonder
and your
thoughts to
skip a beat.

this is
how I
think of
you,

where nothing
is a given
just a
chance that
I might
ever see
you again.

when stars
collide and
suddenly
everything is
right in
the universe.

for a moment
when all I
can hear is the
laughter in
your eyes,

and see the
twinkle in
your smile,

and know
for certain
that God
made this
moment
absolutely
perfect.

and then
for a
glorious
moment he
let me
meet you.

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.

(this poem is for a friend of mine who is slowly passing from a rare brain disease)

and the

passion of

your words

and the touch

of soft

nippled *******,



sets the world

to fire ,

and gives

love quiet embers

that touch

and dance across

the sky.



and you

will survive

your loses,



and in life

and love

you will maximize

your wins.



I can read it

in your words

and I applaud

you in your

gentle nature.



nothing and

no one can

take from

you what

you do

not give.



you are

a star everlasting,



where wishes

soar far

from sight,



and prayers

are answered still

in the

breath of

a child's heart.



and old

relationships

and past

pains all

turn to dust.



I have

dreamed it

and seen it

come true in

your eyes.



you are a

miracle.

And in

this moment

you  have

allowed
me to

look
deeply,

and now
I have
found you.

your trust
broken,

love
abused,

tossed
aside
like a
broken toy

from a
childhoods
troubled
past.

you sit,


your
heart beat.
barely
stirring
over in
the corner,


and your
father
will not
notice,

and your
ex-husband
will not
care.

if I
come
in.

and carry
you
home.

time to
mend.

love to
heal.

time to
dream
new dreams,

and travel
with small
steps
parading,

to a better
place

for you
for your
daughter,

and a
rainbows

promised

end.

No justice
in the
turned
down
corners
of the smile
she wears.

holy roller
prayers
keep her
awake at
night.

she would
open
her wings
but
she has
lost
the taste
for flight.

broken love
hangs from
her body
like rags
on a prison
doll.

the edge
of no reason
has cut
her
open like
a knife.


her destiny
naked
running
across the
floor..

right side up

is now upside

down.


in her

deepest

depths

she knows

now..

he doesn't
love her...

Beautiful things

don't ask

for attention,



such is

the nature

of how

you are.



within the

darkest fabric

of your

minds night

lies the

rhythm and

reason

of who

and what

your dreams

will become..



the answer

to your

questions and

doubts,



and the banket of

uncertainty

that sometimes

you cover

your heart

and eyes.



all these

pieces are

you scattered

on the floor,



like so

many pieces

of a broken

window

that you

don't want

to look

through any

more.



and so I

sit here with

you,



and whisper

to the forest's

song.



between your

thoughts

and gentle

offerings.



wanting you

to know  

one thing,



how beautiful

you are.

(this poem is for a friend who is slowly passing from a rare brain disease)

The moon makes

you cry.



falling down

hard to

find the

grip to stand.

again.



knees bloodied

and bruised.



and the night

doesn't

miss a moment

and it will

come back to

take you

down again

tomorrow.



you are a

prisoner of

it's tides.



tracing your

steps in your

mind back to

the beginning.



they always lead

back to nowhere.

and being

alone.



and now

loneliness

is your

only lover.



and a touch

is as foreign

to you as

an apple on

a pear tree.



and you will have

none of it.



blinded by

the light,



dreams in

black and white.

you pretend in ways

I can't even

imagine.



just to survive.

but through it all



if you should

ever need me

I will be there

I will be there.



in midnight's wind

fleeing at

the darest

of times



when in

the night ,



You feel a

gentle kiss

upon your face.

It is

almost

like a

ritual

they left

me-from

Sunday

school .

  
every night

I search for

them

amongst

the sunset's

banquet

clouds.


I can't

touch

them but

I always

look and

they are

there.


mother's tangled

auburn hair,


my father's

gypsy

smile.



these moments

I hold deep

inside my

soul.

without

equal,


the night

beyond

comes to

finger paint

it's tapestry

of black

upon my

childhood

memories.


and  remind

me once

again

that they

left me far

too soon.


I was

just a child

and most of

my life

they have now

become just

clouds.

that can't

love me

back.


that can't

take me

by the

hand

with them

ever again.

This morning"s
time regrets
caught
me in it's
shadow,

and in
hope I

reached
for the
magic
reflecting
in your
deep dark
pool eyes.

like sapphires
sparkling
inside a
Holy Grail.

a lover"s
covenant
of sorts.

and in
this moment,

I  celebrated
and danced
through
the universe,

in awe,
from this
heart beat
to the
next...

this morning

3:00 a.m.

this was a
simple
thought
I had

of you...:)
.

the taking

of seed
to root.

binding
of tried
heart and
weathered
soul.

is how
you have
touched me.

the fallen
to love.

the free fall
of existence.

never hoping
to land.

the carousel
moments
of first
kisses.

that have
lasted
fresh and
newborn
through
the years.

the grace
of our
children's
smiles.

holding
their prayers
safe in their
beds as
they sleep.

all you
have given
to me.

to keep.

and share
with you.

till our
time
passes.

till our
love fades.

the moment
next.

beyond

eternity.

The sound
of his breathing
rolls
over you,

like a
angel's
wings
to a
breeze,

the smell
of his body
fills you,

like fresh
baked
chocolate
chip
cookies
on a Sunday
morning,

and your
feet
lie bare foot
upon the
earth,

as you
walk
hand and
hand to
nowhere
in particular.

and the
mornings
first
kiss is like
no other
kiss that
you have
ever known..

but now
to you
it is
becoming
everything
in your life,

that is
so familiar

the cut
of his
face,

and depth
of his eyes.

the still.

when nothing
needs to
be said.

when the
two become
one,

and the
one becomes

everything.

,


.

Early
morning
finds us
awake,

stirring like
pirate children
crawling up
and under
the sheets
of our bed.

I bow to
the weather
in your eyes,

I submit to
your hurricane
smile

and fall
softly back
to bed to
your
gentle seaside
breeze down
the back of
my neck.

we celebrate
the hunger
of our
bodies as
we roll and
tumble in
love across
the morning
sky,

only stopping
to catch
our breath
with deep
kisses shared
openly with
one another.

quarter to
eight and
I stumble
out of
bed,

wondering how
could I
ever leave
this paradise
behind.

and then
I raise your
*** to
me,

and work
will have
to wait
for another
life time

not mine.

waking in my
Empty tombstone

bed my *****

picked clean,


my temper

tested and

left to it's

madness.


the unbalance

thoughts of

your leaving.


holes in my front shirt

pocket, where I used

to keep all my secrets

of you.


the tasty ones,

without equal,


the scent of  you

around me now feeling

like hell's wrath.


I saw you with him

last night,


him taking the place of my

kisses stealing the flickers of

starlight from your eyes.


but it was not

me and I must

swear that to

oath from

now on,


it will never be

me again.


I am an old photograph

with nothing to

do in your

heart but fade.


an old song that will never

be able to change it's

tune.


and your  love

will never find me

here again.


with my

pants dropped

down below

my knees.


But the newspaper

will still come to

christen my

cobble porch

tomorrow


and in the afternoon

the trash flies will come to

be scattered and picked up

by four,


on this slow news day.


as my bones turn to grey

and my heart can ask for

nothing more.


than to stand

in love's
broken corners

alone.

We circle

round and round

in this

circle game.


I can see

your thoughts are  like

rough tides moving

through your

eyes.


storms at sea.


the overwhelming

feeling that

we have

both been  lost

in these
hopeless nights
before.

down and

under for

our final

breaths, there

will be more

second chances

or rolls

of the dice.


it is half

past love

in your eyes.


and nothing would

give more justice

to  this moment

than a gun

to our heads

pressed tightly

together.


one bullet

two hearts.


and no

regrets or

reasons to

lie about

love

anymore.

For a
moment,
within
these whisky
night
shadows.

let me
have
your eyes
to dream
within,

because
I have
been
beat up
and battered
around,
for way to
long

a time.

holes in
my denim
shirts
front
pocket.

from each
time my
broken
heart
has cut
through
my chest

and run

away.

tired
of being
lonely.

like the
last renegade
drunk
at the
bar.

or the
last bouquet
of sundowner
flowers,


that
no one
will
be taking
home..

in my gut
I need

someone
to take
me home.

to be their
vessel
if only
for awhile,

that I
might
blossom
and bloom
within.

someone
to tell me
their
secrets,

and let
me
give
mine in
return.

can you
promise
me this.

with
both eyes
closed

and kiss
me with
open lips
deep.

(to a friend of mine who is slowly passing from a very rare brain disorder, who's life will nver be a cake walk again...)


To the

rest of

the world,



Sunrise creeps

over the

horizon line

slowly without

purpose,



one day

the same

as the next..



but for you

no morning is a

ordinary morning,



or something

put together

as neatly as

a sailor's bed.



your dreams

lie scattered

across the

floor like

a runaway

train on

christmas morning.



no tracks.



Your train

runs mad,

in pain and

bleeding.



without a

destination.

only fractured

stops along

it's way.



and you

want to

get off

you pray

to get off,



but your  fate

is a broken

angel.



and your

tears

rainbows falling,



that only the

Gods can

see.

It is 1030
on a
a February
Sunday
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.

along this
shore that
I have seen
a million times
before.

and I still
couldn't tell
you what
my childish
loves were
for.

seemingly a
step forward
and then a trip
and I fall
there steps
back.

always having
someone cling
far too
hard to me,

and those that
threw me
away far
too soon.

no pearl
here.
just all
the agitation
and pain.

in my
gut,
inside
and out
of my heart.

and those echos
and those
screams
that live
with me
here,

over and
over

again.

and to
the tide
I sing
take me
home
take me
home

tonight.

Rogue
smiles,

tender
lolli pop

kisses
shared,

tell
our full
measure.

fingers
entwined
as we
sleep.

at first
chance
to awake
you,

I reach
to pull
you close.

the moonlight
caresses

our entangled
silhouettes,


and again
like a
miracle,


it is
true,

I witness
it.

this
diamond
necklace
sky has
lost
it's

universal
presence.


for it
pales in
comparison

to the
moments

you lie
over me.

and all I
see
is the

canopy
of you.

And under
the tilt
of this
jasper
moon,

in angel
folly,

your body
falls in
complete
surrender
to me.

and the
taste
of your
honey suckle
lips,

captures
me in
time and
consequence.

suspended
in all
that is
around
me ..

that
is you.

from
eternity
and back
again.

the ripples
between
the moments
I think
of you
like half
dreamt
dreams

that lie
lovely
in the
wind.

and this
moment
is all
that
my
heart
can be..

your eyes
are all
that my
soul
reaches

to see.

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.

The bleeding

to white

and all

that may

come.


the unfeeling

of everything

I have

come to

hold dearly

in my most

inner being.


somehow

I know

in that

darken

place.


you will

still

find me

there.


and you

will calm

my spirit,


and paint

my sky,


and fall

like a

mid-winters

night

dream

over me


for eternity's

slumber.


and I

will catch

your sorrow,


and shelter

your pain,


and not

let a

broken

heart

take one

moment

from you.


true in

spirit

you

and I.


and the

falling

of clouds

will surround

us,


and the

crying of

seasons

lost will

echo in

our bones.


and in

our final

moment,


only truth will

be seen

in our

eyes

.
and only

love

will color

our sky.

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.

Thoughts of you,

all bundled up

in my heart

like a child

clutching their

blanket in

a cold wind

blow.


I keep

you close

and tight,


a balance of

tears and

dance.


and as

time passes

I worship more

the  moments that

I share

with you.


priceless the

reflection

of my eyes

in yours.


no need

to hide,

I"ve reached

beyond

love's

broken hearted

ends.


and like a

piggy bank

full with

anticipation

waiting for the

binal hammers

blow,


under this sky

I know,


one day

one moment

I will someday

die with

you.

I can
still feel
you in
my bones,

as if
the marrow
of my
bones is
running
dry.

I can
still hear


the whispers
of my heart
calling
to you.

from twenty
years before.

it is
still the
sent of
you in
the air
whenever
it is a
rainy day,

the brings
you back
to  me.

and stil
I am none
the wiser
for missing
you.

and the
stars are
a few
shades less
now that
I stand
looking
up  at
them without
you.

did I
tell you
that I can
still feel
you in
my bones?

but I am
sure of all
the certainties
of the
world,

you will
forever
know

that.

and that
feeling
will
never
release me.

nor would
I ever
want it

to.

We sit
beneath the
moons
creamy white
caramel
belly,

we let
it's silver
shine
melt
over us.

the horizon
lies
a little
down in
the corner
of your
sleepy angel
eyes.

and you
wonder of
ifs and
maybes that
circle around
you like
bees
invading
a holiday
picnic in
june..

let your
doubts
fall to
the floor,

and let
your love
sweep
them away.

you will
not need
need them
anymore.

and this  
love you
have found
let it
nurture
you,

like a
young
baby
suckling  
from it's
mothers
breast,

the milk
is pure
it is rich
and so
will your
love be,

and so
will it
help
you grow.

and never
abandon
you,

or leave
you cold.

your engagement
is a
celebration,

the first
steps
through
eternity's
door.

and I
smile
wide,

and we
laugh
deeply

and with God
my witness

I sing
to only

you.

Till your
a hundred
and one.

close your
eyes
tight
like a

galleon's
treasure
chest,

and bury
your
dreams

deep
inside
me.

safe
from
pirates
and
wobbly
sorts.

and I
will be
there in
the air
around
you.

dream
calm
serene

like a child
saying the
shepherds
prayer

before
she lays
her head
down to
sleep.

and I will
not sleep

and I

will not

falter

till you

awake

and sing.......

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.

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
sky..

against this t

tilted tree

could
anything else
be more

beautiful than

that.

A drink of
your smile.

and the
world
feels
lighter
again
.
like the
underbelly
of circus
clouds
parading
in the
wind.

it is 1:00 a..m.
and I know
somewhere
your
checking
your watch.

waiting
for love
to come.

it's late.

and it leaves
you with
a sickening
gut feeling.

like a lover
who cheated
out your
back door
before you
could awake.

better be
gone.

and wipe
his
Achilles
kisses
from
your lips.

and then
I will
sing
to you.

whisper songs
in your
ears
and heart.

and we
will dance,


be each
other's

saviors

again.

like pieces
of bread
in a sandwich.

and it
doesn't
matter
what life

might ever
put between
us .

we sing.

You have
shown
me that,

marriage is
a light
to better
see myself
it hides
nothing
in shadow.

it is
a morning
star
to set
my path
upon,

and without
question,

my marriage
to you
with God's
guidance,

has been
the foundation
of all
that I
have
become,

and I
the slippers
that gently
fits upon
your
delicate
feet,

and my
heart
the gold
at the
end
of the
rainbow,

that you
wished
upon
as a
child.

and our
children
have been
the blessings
that God
has given
us in loving
care,

to be
together
for eternity
as a
family
of one,

and in
my dreams
I chase
your smile,

and in
my waking
hours
I dream
your kiss.

and in
all the times
between,

I carry
inside me
your whispers
from the
thousand
times
that we
lie

naked in
our bed.

and like
angels
sighing

we  love.

The river
skips and
splashes
against
it's muddy
flesh.

and laughs
and sings
to the
wind.

and then
turns
a bend
and becomes
calm
under
this Cimmaron
sky.

coyote
clouds
lie above

the deep
wet pools
of your
eyes.

where
the big
fish swim,

and mother
earth
comes
to rest
and drink

for a
spell.

to lie
still
in your
*******,

and listen
in tune
to your
heart
beat so
true

so pure

with mine.

me to
you.

and then
back
again.

here
together

as one.

where the
big fish

swim.