seashell eyes
ocean curves body
abyss of blue ideas
under locks of sand
flavor my thoughts
with your salted skin
mountain grass lashes
lake inlet fingers
hill heights of emotion
from peak to tarn
show my reflection
in your still smooth surface
cold blue overhead
feel the sun’s warmth on your skin
live under her spell
each day
an exercise
for a tree
grip the earth
root down
hold tight
each moment
a rehearsal
for the next
know your lines
hit your mark
speak to be heard
today
i wonder
can i loosen
the grip
forget
the lines
remember you
your wounds
and me
my pain
the ceiling fan spins lazily
shifting curtains
a morning-light waltz
while the sun reaches for noon
those rays saunter in
filtered through linen
romance painted on the walls
stories still being written
i will search for you
like stars seeking skies
and when i find you
i’ll plead with you to grow old
next to me
i’ll beg you to savor the years
by my side
each day, for a lifetime
i’ll ask
will you be my valentine?
the birds are returning home
pale blue skies
and weather too warm for february
are a welcome invitation
to our leafless trees
they search for old nests
brown and dry from the winter
hoping to bring them back to life
they tell of their adventures
with singing voices
as the sun comes up
each song, a tale of their delight
homecoming compositions
that have never been heard
i have never been
surrounded by so much goodness
as when i’ve been
surrounded by you