Artist’s Haven

Grant me a deckchair
by the salt of the sea,
bare toes warmed on
sun-washed beach,
and a sky the perfect blue
to paint idle daydreams upon.

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Truce

What deity’s idle daydreams
Caused the rain and sun to form a rainbow?
If only two people with opposite dispositions
Could end strife as easily

Untried

An unchallenged dream
Sits like a gilded idol
Naïve of heartbreak

Late Love

I, who was born to meet you
May have been given to the world too early
For I catch myself sitting on the park benches alone
On the edge as if leaving a space for you to fill
Quietly daydreaming of strolling
Through the silent places
Your breath a steady exhale
I can only do my best to live a gracious life
So I can meet you in the next
My head held high