Euphoria inspires –
with quills of flyers.
consumed we write.
Paid is the price,
life owed thrice.
Costly is consummation;
self, others or inspiration.
Haunted by desire,
time’s no higher.
in space we hide.
Sharing time, hearts and minds,
rightly seen writing blinds.
Is balance a lever to be had,
none ever being sad?
Parts whole, time’s inspired,
forwards given give required.
Love conjures unknowns within,
any choice a choice to begin.
While you slept I shared your dreams.
We’ve happy times and future schemes.
While you breathe my heart does beat.
When two’s in sync a life’s complete.
The sun will rise, the birds will sing.
Your eyes will open and joy it brings.
Our day will start in warm embrace.
The love is felt on your sunlit face.
I wrote this poem while driving,
forgive me for the bumps.
The roads behind were rocky,
we’ve all had our lumps.
This journey now is smoother,
more powerful every day.
Our path’s coasting forward,
surely it’s the way.
I see your face start to glow.
Eyes brighten to let me know.
Smiles welcome, lips bestow.
Love is felt with each hello.
Grays are Lies
To write with the dawn,
sky’s to rise to brilliant eyes.
To her I am drawn.
Sunday mornings are:
times of quiet and peaceful rest,
shared zest, feeling best.
We Are We
We are as we are.
We’re at the place that we are.
We choose who we are.
With bay breezes to call our own,
we savored the scents of flora unknown.
We explored a “cottage” of comfort and beauty,
though none as splendid as the beauty with me.
With green eyes glowing and blonde hair flowing,
hand in hand our two hearts knowing.
We’ve art and nature and the joy it brings,
a victrola played and to me she sings.
I’m not blue or is the sky gray.
My feelings for you haven’t gone astray.
My heart is yours and here to stay.
But I have no little poem today.
Gladly “I love you” I can always say.