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.
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.
How charming is
The posy in your pocket
The curl of auburn
Nestled in your locket
Your smiles at
Yellow daises and daffodils
By the meadow’s little rill
Which will run a hundred days
As long as your laughter plays
And promises
You’ll stay.
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.
A quick word or a moment’s hesitation
On that rare sought visitation
Of past deeds and minor wrongs enacted
Through Time’s mirror so refracted
The gruesome monster and saint, both faces
Dwelling again in recalled joys and distastes
Yoked by the burden of a conscious being
Who sees beyond the mere seeing
This moment fizzles
Like bubbles in champagne
Leaving a sweet aftertaste
She always smiled when the wind rang —
The chimes tittering and laughing
Was heaven knocking at her door.
Marbles in the palm
Under the dappled sunlight
A child smiles
My favorite thirst is the thirst for words
A turn of phrase as succulent as a peach
An image, silk threads glistening in a tapestry
A story on feathered wings and flight for the mind
To be hungry and to be fed;
There is no greater joy
Sometimes I’d like to put a Do Not Disturb sign
On my face when smiling is too much
When I don’t wish to pretend to care
Or have enough energy to wave your competitive talking
Away as insecurity or envy
Most of all, I want to keep my joy close
A candle sheltered from the wind with my own chest
An exclusive warmth to luxuriate in
A long-eared rabbit
Scents the air for joy and love
Quivering with hope