I Saw My Beacon

I’m a prisoner in my own hourglass.

Feeling each grain of sand pass by endlessly

turning upside down

and downside up.

Time drained energy

helplessly the villain;

A cartoon defying time…

Elements…..

time challenging each grain of sand.

A passionate whisper,

a dance at dusk;

A kiss before the world and

you unlocked the key to my heart.

Did you hear me?

I love you.

Dusty Dreams

The vivid dreams

that were once my

realism

now lay stark

in the

threshold of time;

Collecting dust at foot

of attics door.

What You Are To Me

Vast inspiration, sometimes consternation.

Beautiful – words, indescribable.

A flawless diamond

glistening on a clear summer day.

Velvet warmth

in your soft but definitive voice,

a chorus of singing angels.

Strength and weakness, 

challenge that comforts and torments.

Love, intensity -

distance driven angst.

Bright sun drenching a valley stream

moving slowly, confidently.

The fragrant smell of fresh perfume accenting every part of you,

as fresh as sweet mountain air.

A snow storm in a small summer retreat town,

A child playing endlessly – profound.

A pleasant dream – daybreak chirping birds.

Delicate as a feather floating in the breeze.

Inspiration, da Vinci like yet real.

Happiness – solitude in thought, auditorium emotion.

What you are to me is

a field of wild flowers, swaying in the breeze

that makes my day.

LAKE VIEW

Searching for words

that

are lost in my own Pompeii.

Tarnished achieves of love

smoldering beneath the inflamed air.

Steam rising from a hidden lake

reflections of you

floating  in cloudy sky.

GREAT HILL

darkness,

reflections of the moon on the

whitecaps.

You were scared,

from teenage fireside stories.

I pacified you mind.........

with tender

words of encouragement

and gentle actions

against the cool evening

breeze

and consoled your eyes

with kisses of love.

Crystal Stairways

My love is the evening breeze touching your skin,

the gentle sweet singing of leaves in the wind.

The whisper

that calls after you in the night

and kisses your ear in the early light.

I watched the empty road behind you

as you faded into the early traffic

and

I felt your eyes touched

in the tender afternoon

and

when you graced the door in the early night moon.

Port

Here, 

in my bed

on a warm December,

 I can draw the warm blanket 

of friends around me

discovering me today.

I want to remember,

and I love

because you are alive in my mind,

friendships in the Port of life.

And when I must leave

you

will not be left behind.