It's that quiet kind of interest, that kind not spoken of... that kind that breeds the perfect dreams, but never grows to love. It's a subtle curiosity, that keeps my mind amused, of what would be, if we could be; my distraction and my muse.
Leave as the waves that sway from the sea, Venturing into the deep before coming home to me. Leave as the Sun that hides beyond sight, Traveling around the globe, before dawning on the night. Leave as the seasons spreading through trees, Cycling wistfully through their moods, carried on a breeze. Leave as the breath … Continue reading Leave
Love, pain, need, regret- Goals and triumphs never met. warmth, hurt, something else- Things, I think, I’ve always felt. Him, her, them, they? Blurry visions, leaving vague. Future, maybe, you think? Us? The votes against- unanimous. Laughter, light, joy, sun- You and me when left alone. darkness, though, when you go- Swallowed by another show. … Continue reading Us
When you smiled with your eyesglittering like diamond skiesI felt in there inside my chestI’d work always to make it lastForever Walk beside me and I’ll knowWhere it is that we will goHand in hand, heart and soulI’m yours Hold me up when I’m feeling low,When we walk, I’ll walk slow,Carrying the heavy loadI’m yours … Continue reading To David.
Can I watch you from the front porch My rocking chair making noise While you skip rope with our little ones? Daughter’s in the kitchen, whipping up a sandwich Son-in-law is bonding with a game I’ll be watching from the front porch While you run across the yard, laughing the same Years will come … Continue reading From the Front Porch
Smile for me Show your teeth I want you to glimmer like the sun Because the world is yours And I’ll make it so You deserve to have some fun Giggle and laugh And nothing less I want you to enjoy your time We have so little And I’ll give my all So you … Continue reading To my Daughter
Lost within a memory I won’t let myself forget, Like the face of a newborn child Or that of my first regret. It finds me all alone, Gone to the gallows of night; And I ponder, stare, commiserate How something could be so right… Staring back into my soul With jewels of bourbon silk, Fingers … Continue reading Something In-between