Maybe someone
Could love me
Just as I am
She said
Hold each other's stories
In kind open hands
Receive all of the words
With wonder and applause
Bring all their friends
To cherish and adore
In the meantime
She reasoned
That someone is me
Allsorts of delicious
Layers of sweet ice
Tamed by salty slice
Black tooth grin
Contrasting layers
Colour and shadow
Within
Snow bow dawns over
Frost capped peak
Missing colours
From morning light
Dark cloud absorbs
Crying windows
Barely contain
Blaring music
Femme legends
Stomach wrenching
Tattooed filigree
Black and colour
Lyric collects
Drizzle
Allsorts of ways
To love another
Some to admire
Crystal cut jar
Shelved for next
Holiday when maybe
One to taste
Who has heart
To tell young girl
Inside
Allsorts for looks
But never to try
The only thing that comes
Between us is the beautiful silence
That speaks endlessly
Like eyes of many lovers
When theirs meet mine
We know more than could ever
Be told with lips
Our hearts translate
Mysterious language
Both chiming on the hour
Wound up by sightings
Kept in sync by
Pearl stringed smiling
Singing in tune
With your chorus
Dancing backstage
Ever whispering
Between lines of time
Wondering who'll bring
Flowers on final
Velvet curtain
Holding hand high
To a full house
In wonderment
A musical with no lead
To steal your soft light
A compass rose points
My north star orbits
Moonlit white terrain
Cool far removed
Never to venture again
Rising sun drifts
Over cool clear water
Soothing aches
Casting light
Shadows refrain
Blinding sundown
Burning red
Clouds chase away
Crashing into sea
Recuperate
Southern cross
Guiding terra firma
Holding lost soul
Warm by earthen light
Illuminate the night
Eternal delight
Hiding in the shadow
Golden yellow halo
Curls and waves fall
Frame her face
Fixed on me
Two sapphire gems
So blindingly bright
I take pictures
With my mind
Side-glances
While capturing
All the beauty
Earth and sea
In between
Rocky shore
Where still waters
Lap at oyster shells
Wings open to glide
Over river mirror
Reflections everywhere
Stories shared
Held carefully
Between clasped hands
Tanned face sets off
Snowy blonde locks
Against the dappled
Sunlit lee
Under the lemon tree
She sleeps silently
The rise and fall
Of her chest
Like the whispers
Of breeze teasing
Her soft cheek
Passersby admire
Her peaceful gaze
They do not see
Tears distill
Welling over lids
Blinking pleasantly
As the sun kisses
Them away
Day will come
When one stops
Stay and taste
Sweet ripened
Slice of sunshine
Mixed with cool
Spring water creek
Drink with me
Really much
Heaps of tons
Stacks up high
Supersized
Ginormous
Monolithic
Gargantuan
Lots times
Googolplex
Words not
Summing up
Confounding
Astounding
Insomniac
Manic train
Catch me
If you can
Love
Old movies
Leonard Cohen
Lemon cake
Dog walking
Jazz babes
Snow stalking
Thriller show
Bird watching
Homemade gifts
Salty skin
Story trips
Staying in
Book stacking
Kayaking
Cream topping
Jaw dropping
Show stopping
Love
When we're sitting
Doing nothing
Sweet nothingness
Grieves me today
Bound up in a pitcher
Of happiness
A contagion
Evoked by image
She gave
Meditating
As if sleeping
A surreal dream
Her absence filled
By the allure
Of elixir
Imagining
The time I had
With you
Sundown pink haze
Jelly knees knowing
Bouquet in a vase
Down what I'm doing
Bounds on how it plays
Songs to start my day
All the ways
Sights to gaze
Never dismayed
By you
Count the stars of heaven 