A Lovely Piece, We Make

This, is beauty. How it meanders

along. A river, crisp. Clear.

Love knows, no other way.

Tumbled gemstones gather,

in the corner, their crystal

edges worn soft. Gold is

close by. They long to merge.

So powerful, the flow.

Clouds move, unaware

they block the sun;

then set it free, again,

to continue on it's journey

to melt us together

into one glorious lump.


 

I Roar

I have been

too long cold,

without fire,

a waif in the corner,


shaken with ice -

to ignore a spark,

such as that.

Sweet, warm wind,


scented jasmine,

was a nice surprise.

He came from the south

of where I stand;


gave me a smile,

embers exploded.

 

good morning, Love

no negatives haunt,

blue skies expand

sun lingers, quiet birds,

make their presence known.


more than enough wild

winds, have passed.

crackled pine cones

snap, as we walk by.


perfection. oh Love,

my sweet heart pounds

sea waves erode

quickly the shell


that once was,

Us, separate.

a fine daughter, i am

she talks. that's what she does.
she hangs on my back, and talks.

into my ear, she gives suggestions,
directions,

she says, it's because,
of my balks.

and then, there was dessert~

into the sugar fields,
in the heat of the
top of the day;
toiling, for sweets.
candied orange
sunset, bids us
tasty dreams.
lemon pop sunrise,
drops caramel
rain. chocolate
mountains rise
to the feast.