I’ve Already had my Dream.

We met in the city
where thousands have before.
By flower carts and souvenirs
and cobbled streets of yore.

The musky scent of vanilla
filled the space around you.
My heart beat fast, for once again,
I had found you.

We coupled our hands,
a rare and special treat.
Must have been floating,
swept off our feet.

Giggled and smiled
over tales recent and old.
Held our breath in anticipation
about plans to unfold.

Remarked at our shadows.
How they made a good team.
Good night, my love.
I’ve already had my dream.

Forever

And I try to remember
the things that we saw
when the sun sizzled in the ocean
and our hunger started to gnaw

And hearts beat faster
under skies that were golden
and sand on the beach
was still warm as fog rolled in

And the waves were crashing
upon the rocks nearby
as my finger tips
wiped a salty tear from your eye

And the gulls were swooning
crying out as they passed
and we caught ourselves dreaming
how long would the moment last?

And I struggle now to remember
the scent that you wore
that drew me into you and
your body to explore

Gone is the taste of you
and sweetness of your lips
and I'm loosing sight of you
as my memory slips

There was a word
you whispered with fear
I'm your "forever"
still rings in my ear

Certainty

I know there are some things I could be saying.
I know there are some things going on.
I know there's a cool wind blowing
And I know that maybe, I might be wrong.

I know that there's music playing.
I know you hear it in your heart.
I can feel the muses playing
even though we're so far apart.

And I can hear the waves come crashing
reaching up across the midnight shore
where two lovers are walking
across our footprints that were there before.

I know the candlelight flickers
against the window pane
I know that scent that fills the room;
vanilla musk or rain.

And I know I may just be dreaming;
a writer alone with pen.
And I know I ache for that distant coast
and a chance to be back again.

And I know that the warmth that you feel tonight
that it may not come from me.
But I also know, that I don't know much;
of that there is certainty.

May Blooms

May blooms
flowers and life
of every color.
Get out of darkened rooms
shed the strife
this very hour.

Drink in the sun
rays so warm
and illuminating light.
'Tis no dry run
no act to perform
no extricated plight.

Let the season rule
and full the bosom
with fragrant signs of spring.
Don't play the fool
or be so glum
or to the past firmly cling.

Four seasons to the year
each one its own commencement
each one its own demise.
No reasons for the fear
a thing to dispense with
lean back and dream upward toward the skies.

Ruminate

She sits atop her artists’ loft
and ruminates in the afternoon sun;
it's beams brightening tree tops in the park
while shadows close in.

She sits in her flea market chair, so soft
and recalls the day of fun
not this one, but one before, when life was dark
but she relished all the sin.

She ponders how she got here
fresh art just completed;
dressed fancifully, for herself
and the hope that he may come by.

She's comfortable now, less in fear
and has found the missing pieces she's needed.
Anxieties and jealousies, not gone, but locked in a box on a shelf
though she still longed for him; no reason now to lie.

She sips her tea past painted lips
the warmness trickles down her throat;
her hands now steady
and she stares out the window with steely eyes.

She blinks them fast, they lash like whips
as she recalls his scribbled note
and foolishly she stays at the ready
crossing, and uncrossing her thighs.

She takes a deep breath
swallows hard and pleads;
When there's a buzz at the door
is it her future, or the embodiment of her past deeds?