A golden stroke of sunlight
In the calm chill of the morning
The kiss of a coffee cup
With the warmth of a thousand bitter
Drops of heaven…
A single songbird perched nearby,
Chirping till its heart content
Waking in the sleep of a hundred.
I sit here lost in thought
While I gaze into the open, purple sky
As the twilight soon will give way
To a blazing orange
And the trees, in fall
Burning crimson red
Will sway to the beat
Of the whispering wind.
Happy days.
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If pictures could talk,
They could write an epic,
Or recite a symphony,
Like no other.
I hope they’d talk
About the day that we met,
Of the chemistry as we looked
Into each other’s eyes,
Or of watching us laugh like no tomorrow.
How we danced in the rain,
Like toddlers without a care in the world,
Without worries of tomorrow
And what it might hold.
They might speak of
The day I fell in love
With your smile as you
Sipped on warm chocolate milk
On a white snowy day.
They might try to encapsulate
How I felt
As you held my hand,
Afraid to cross the street
One more time,
Knowing that the hand
That provided you comfort
Was mine.
I glance as the light
Hits your smile
A pretty picture,
You and I,
As we come close,
Head to head,
Smile to capture a memory.
Some that we intended
To make, and some
That God intended for us to have.
If pictures could talk,
They could write an epic,
Or recite a symphony,
Like no other.
Remembering the good times.
The night is young and restless
As the candlelight glitters on her face
She’s all dressed up in black silk
With eyes that betray her frenzied search.
She wears an unlikely grimace
As her wine’s insipid, yet she sips on,
A mere ploy to kill time;
To fill a vacant void.
I name her, Serena;
Only because she looks so calm, and gentle
What makes me fall in love with this woman
I know nothing of?
I look upon her; try to catch her gaze
But fumble with her line of sight.
I fight with myself, my mind plays games;
How do tell her how I feel? For I don’t know
If I stand a chance against such raw beauty.
But how would I know? I say to my ego.
Not if I kept what I felt to myself.
So what if I tried, and failed?
I must be a man, and not the mouse;
Rather die a hero than live a coward
I tell myself, that
And some other nonsense
To pacify my lack of self-confidence.
I make up my mind;
Must take the plunge, let go of my safety net
Armed with some liquid courage
And crazy, wishful thinking.
She glitters on, unfazed at the touch
of human skin; as he mulls holding her with
jittery fingertips. He wonders
what a hole she would make in his pocket,
yet considering she would be totally worth it.
She looks around, scoffing at her peers;
they can only stare back, green with envy
for she carries that crystal, that chunk of ‘ice’
fit only for the hand of a queen.
She spends a quiet moment on her silky berth,
made of scarlet felt and velvet soft,
as she preps herself for the big moment;
for when the teary eyed, gorgeous dame
beholds meekly her ravishing beauty
and then looks back at the babbling fool,
who now holds her hand, trembling, unsure;
simply willing to trade one beauty away
to have and hold another for life.
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