Our day apart has yet to start,
already I’m missing you.
I woke at dawn with a stretch and yawn,
my morning looking blue.
Alone I sit, reminiscing a bit,
thinking of the things we do.
We talk and smile and hug a while,
then kiss an hour or two.
My watch I spy with a longing eye,
wishing this day was through.
The feelings clear that you’re my dear,
you make each minute new.
Awake I dream a subconscious stream,
my world comes in view.
Silently I sing of the joy you bring,
thankful our love is true.
There’s poetry for hate and for love.
There are poems for hawks and the dove.
Some are short, some quite long,
some add music and make a song.
There are poems that are happy but many are sad.
There’s poetry that’s good while none really bad.
Some poems rhyme and others not,
some just a little, some rhymesalot.
There’s effort made to make you smile.
There are jokes thrown in once in a while.
Sometimes yes and sometimes no,
some get posted and others go.
There’s poetry that’s biographical.
There are funny poems but this one laughable.
Someday I’ll write a book for print,
someday when I get a hint.
The clouds clearing, the sun is felt.
My icy heart has begun to melt.
Love has warmed, time to grow.
A kiss awaits this I know.
My future slumbers, I quietly rise.
Starlight twinkles in my eyes.
The mirror greets a smiling face.
The fog’s lifted without a trace.
Her day will start with a hug.
She’ll pull me closer, nice and snug.
A plan we’ll make for our day.
But in this moment we’ll always stay.
The universe dark when afraid,
atoms pulse and bonds made.
The voice within will rise and fall,
a poet’s obsession is defining all.
Heartbeats heard of passerby,
all’s to feel or question why.
Understood or criticized,
words writ, spoken or surmised.
Eye’s see truth and tell no lies,
somewhere, always are bright blue skies.
To write of life is to ponder death.
To be loved is sharing breath.
The world our canvas and you my art.
I’ll paint your portrait with my heart.
Your face a rainbow that shines on me.
Framed we shall be for all to see.
Making love by candlelight,
intertwined through the night,
sunrise glows and her face I see.
The brightest sun has shined on me.
Her eyes will open to a loving smile.
We’ll snuggle closer and kiss awhile.
Love we’ll share in the morning light.
And we’ll save our candles for tonight.
Sunny faces thrills with light.
Beauty shining stills the blight.
Colors bright warm the heart.
Day and night life is art.
All or part, time’s to keep.
End’s a start, beginnings to seek.
Shallow or deep, consume we will.
Time’s to weep when time we kill.