A simple tune
Calls out behind
Blossoms above
Fall in mind
Echoes through
Hallways clear
Responds in kind
Inside my ear
If only she
Would come to me
If only song
Reply
A simple tune
Calls out behind
Blossoms above
Fall in mind
Echoes through
Hallways clear
Responds in kind
Inside my ear
If only she
Would come to me
Lights out
Across treelined
Contour lines
Iridescence glow
Whites of eyes
No TV screen
Pins of light come out
Across sky canopy ceiling
Hands slip round sides
Holding gently sigh
Head falls forward
Cradled in nape
My nightly escape
Panorama backlit
By swell of moonrise
Stage is ours alone
Close your eyes
We are home
Shedding whole clouds
Downy white tumbling
Blanket soft on eye
Harsh to climb
Melts upon touch
Like yours to mine
Consumed by night
Entire mountain taken
Landscape far less
Forboding without
Possibility to climb
Where would I be
Trail of prints
You left behind
A run away thought train
I feel like a planet falling into a black hole around you. In a good way. Swallowed up by gravity. It flattens me. I submit to it.
Your smile when you look at me is the most beautiful thing I ever saw.
Only to hear you talk so I can press record in my mind and have something to replay on the gray days of my life.
I give you my best thoughts and that is like an eternal hand holding.

Two sides of one heart
One taking me in
Another letting me go
Rejuvenating
Sending life flowing
All around me
Until day is spent
Finding its way
Her chamber open
Receiving all of me
To be revived
Then sent out
Once again
Syncopating rhythm
Inside of me
A divide between
Echo in my ears
Both loves beat
As long as I live

In my mind
I hold on
More than
I could
In real life
Morning
Noon and night
Filling my cup
For the day ahead
As dew settles in
The flower bed
Thoughts take
A holiday
With you

Wind teases hair
Mercilessly
Discards garments
Disheveled
On the ground
Sprawling helpless
Disperses seeds
Far and wide
Like long lost family
Until sun's rays coax
Out of hiding
Bask in her glow
Only know how deeply
Gratitude can grow
After feeling how chill
To miss you

Like a child I writhed
Seeing beauty before me
Unable to touch, hold
Take home to tuck
Into bed with comfort
Colours dance upon my wall
As morning light throws
Herself at me begging
Luring me to be healed
By her embrace
Again

I will find
Joy in time
Well spent
Beyond when
Handmade gifts
Fray and fall
In open hands
With you

One and only place
Sacred to those
Who know where
To find me
Residing
Standing firm
Against the tide
Playing it out
In my mind
Sweet interludes
We're yet to find
