Sunday, September 22, 2013

Old and New - A Poem of Love.

Along sandy beaches
we slowly reminisce as
our past rolls over
bare feet, waves of
memories curl around
our toes.

Shy glances, sparks of
crystal glistening in your
deep eyes, thoughts
conveyed by a simple look.

Your voice is clear,
a gentle word is
spoken, a muse of
love as strong as
swells on deep
blue seas.

Warm breezes caress
skin, yet goosebumps
arise like tiny soldiers
standing guard over
feelings that will never see
battle again.

Hand holding hand,
afraid to let go.
sunset fades into hues
of orange sashes
red strokes of passion.

We're falling in love
all over again.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

No Sound

There used to be notes
above the words
I would write.
But now I am
a quarter through
a fifth,
the major part of
the thought is gone,
drowned in its own
sorrow and pain.
All that’s left
is the straight line
of mediocrity,
wallowing in self pity,
wishing for some semblance
of reason.
But
(there’s always a but)
in my head, there is
no sound.