Missing My Younger Self

I wish I could curl into
warm blankets of memory,
laugh with childhood clarity,
and smile an easy happiness
received and mirrored.

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Passing Melancholy

Upon my dearest’s brow
sits a little cloud.

Speaking of everything,
I cajole and sing,
but only time persuades
that interloper to sway.

Again she’ll smile
even if I’m away.

Feedback

Give me a smile in return.
Every second you deny me
Pulls it down into a frown.
And expands a cloudy day
Into a worrisome storm.

Incandescence

Your love is incandescent —
bringing me a light within
easily renewed by
thoughts of you.

Even the sun dims at dusk
and rains threaten
heaven’s grace.

But your love is incandescent.

It transforms me into the joy
reflected in your eyes.

Positivity

A smile endures all day long —
more potent than sunshine, rhyme, or song.

Spreading a sprinkling of cheer today
dulls the bitter, gray yesterdays.

Easily enticed is tomorrow golden
to be your everlasting guest
when joy’s beholden.

Currency

Your love is a counterfeit love:
pressed neatly and orderly,
smelling of new ink and paper,
minted by the millions at will.

It is everything reserved in a look and a grin,
bound to nothing but your own selfish whim.

But your love is a counterfeit love.
A happiness drained
never satiated —

green-smoke illusion.

Beloved

Dear beloved,
you purse your lips
and angrily avoid
comfort’s kiss

Dear beloved,
your haughty stare
creates greater longing
for weather fair

To soothe your ire
I’ll dance and sing
proclaim myself fool
if you’d let laughter ring

I’ll use my charms and all beguile
so honestly come and stay a while

Tell me the thorns that prick your heart
so gingerly, I can pry apart
the darkness curtaining a smile of sun —
dearly loved and harder won.

Love and Possibility

On the hill, the sky is promised
Over the sea, the horizon of a fantastic land
And in your laughter, eternal joy carouses.
Yet, between the space of our joined hands
Resides the feeling they are merely shades of.

What Magic Means

If a magician charms a child, he is good
But if he insists in magic for an adult
Then he branded a fool and a liar
Wonder, hope, and belief —
That is the happiness we deny ourselves

Joy

This moment fizzles
Like bubbles in champagne
Leaving a sweet aftertaste