A Sunday sunset burst in pastel haze
fading slowly into violets and grays.
Dazed, a pink moon rose in celestial majesty.
This world now out shined for all to see.
Climbing silently over old roofs with leaks,
over the gables of ages and chimney peaks.
In blackness spires spied from the grave.
Leafless limbs shatter this image to save.
A puffy patchwork lace glows with absorption.
Wavy glazing enhances with its distortion.
Betwixt this web our phloxen orb floats higher.
Distance retreats time forward, we both tire.
Starlight dreams swap this rare focal storm.
Spring’s now vaulted into the nightly norm.
Each day apart brings a new start.
Evenings alone we talk on the phone.
We share our stories, our feeling and worries.
We’ll plan our next meet for our lips to greet.
Then your eyes again will see the loving eyes of me.
Ocean breezes howl, the seagulls soar.
Frigid waves crash on the rocky shore.
Yet the morning mist rises above it all.
And foggy eyes see everything’s small.
Dawn’s risen for me and you.
Morning’s awoken by the heartbeats of two.
The day’s warmth brings a glow to your face.
Our sunsets felt in loving embrace.
Ahead’s a day full of whimsy and wonder.
Bridges crossed there’s joy to plunder.
Oceans away hair’s tousled and tossed.
In love we’ve found in time we’re lost.
Well Past Tense ~
All steps lead forward.
Time propels to the now, then then.
Life’s pass, nothing’s lost.
Content’s the benchmark.
Happy is joy giving joy.
Love shared will follow.
For writers the line
‘tween dreams and reality
is thin as paper
Life blossoms every spring.
Flowers bloom and birds sing.
The joy of summer’s on the way.
Our love shines brighter every day.