Bathed…

I have been working on a poem temporarily titled “Moonlight”, it is not complete, and might never be, but today I saw a painting by Ar Vhee that inspired this little piece (not related to her beautiful poem in the same post):

 


Seated upon the windowsill,
thoughts adrift on the wind
a firefly’s small ember
her heated heart is aching

The gibbous moon plays her song
a sorrowful serenade
her diffused light now softens
a lover’s fading tirade.

Legs bathed by the windowed light
rested from their running,
the forest scent upon her hair
fresh, washed by the wind.

A downcast face, shadowed and still,
a tear upon her cheek;
cry not my Love, I’m here
the future need not look bleak.


Her post was titled Mystifying Sonata Of Her Heart.

 

 


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Your love…

Your Love…

A hammock beneath the trees
on a hot summer’s day,
The wind upon my face
in the shade.

A Friday, after work,
through the rush hour traffic,
The first long sip
of a cold cold ale.

Winter’s first snow,
that chills to the bone,
That deep warm feeling
as I enter our home.

Noontime traffic on a tropic isle,
reggae blasting, horns blaring,
The sound of the waves
as it washes ashore.

A hard work day,
‘neath the equatorial sun,
A Caribbean sunset
From the hammock ‘neath the trees.

 


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Loved and Lost?

I’ve heard it often,
that three word phrase;
“Loved and Lost”
on their dismal days,
But I cannot say
that I agree
with such a saying
those words, those three…
I’ve loved, not often,
but enough to know,
nothing was lost,
Truth, this is so!
Each time I’ve loved,
each time I’ve gained,
each time I’ve given,
and gotten again
newer insights
into this thing,
this thing called love
that gives us wings.
I’ve loved truly,
deeply too;
I meant each word
of every “I love you”.
Do I love them still?
Oh yes, indeed;
my heart, never a slave,
my soul, never in need;
Each love different,
yet each the same,
lights in my life,
like a candle’s flame.
Loved and lost?
Not for me!
I love, I live!
Love stays with me.


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