I could write about fanciful places
and all the wishes I pin to the stars
I could pine for more late evening dances
or cuddles beneath toasty blankets with our favorite candy bars
I could share how longings still haunt me
even though reason has long since escaped.
Pen stories of romantic notions
with knights and maidens, and villains in evil so draped.
The aroma of flowers embrace you
from whom, were they sent?
Powerless to woo you
or to even plan such an event.
Left here to wonder about your hair
and how it falls down your spine.
And rest assured, as I wonder aloud
I also wander about my mind.
Your social graces
and charms
silver bracelets
that clang like alarms.
Just beyond arms length
too far to grasp.
Bewildered by some things
that remain unasked.
Let the poets ask the questions
and singers belt out with soul
For the writers or other dreamers,
their words get flushed down the bowl.
