Love is transcendent
as beauty is radiant
we only see
what we want to see
a framework
of essential being
painted legacy
on a canvas of art
brush strokes
a shape of exquisite nature
on a stage a part
portrayed by an actor
reflected lights
brighten the horizon
and the notion of propriety
artificial light
to dispel the night
helps me write
hides shadows in the corner
has many features
where my keyboard reaches
where would we be
if not written down in history
thunder clouds
as darkness descends
surrounding me
enveloping my heart
turning the world inside out
the sound is deafening
like a war zone of nature
beating wind against the sky
turning shapes into nightmares
may all this be passing
as we dream of a new world
take shelter from the gathering storm
we wait for it to pass
but we know in our hearts
fear prevails
as our surroundings darken
a path is found within
to lead us away to safety
what remains
cannot be unbroken
like a child
fragile to begin with
then as strength returns
so shall we find in ourselves
the depth of courage
against disparity
and awaken a truth
a burden of which we carry
the letter
to a lover
a note
left behind
something he will find
reminisce sweet perfume
a kiss or two
love is a notion
as deep as the ocean
swallow
fly away home
always reaching
new destinations
the call of spring rings true
as do the leaves of autumn
when summer has gone
and winter has come
parting of the ways
leave behind sweet memories
of bygone days
flying through the sky
reaching out across the heavens
hear their call
the call of the sea
an essential being
to what ends
are they inland for
scavengers of the skies
sunshine after a cloudy day
fills the sky with light
it is the evening
when the day draws to a close
and night has come
as the stars appear
a puppet show
is played out between
the sun and the moon
and the stars applaud
passages of time
placed across the embers
set in motion
the wheels turn
dancing light
a gathering storm
the falling rain
the path well trodden
place to be
beside the willow tree
celestial showers
when angels wept
and the stars have fallen
of what is written
reminds me so
of memories
beauty’s trap
to be spoken of softly
the words of which
I feel somehow
cannot wait to express
a lovers tenderness
