Our day apart has yet to start,
already I’m missing you.
I woke at dawn with a stretch and yawn,
my morning looking blue.
Alone I sit, reminiscing a bit,
thinking of the things we do.
We talk and smile and hug a while,
then kiss an hour or two.
My watch I spy with a longing eye,
wishing this day was through.
The feelings clear that you’re my dear,
you make each minute new.
Awake I dream a subconscious stream,
my world comes in view.
Silently I sing of the joy you bring,
thankful our love is true.
There’s poetry for hate and for love.
There are poems for hawks and the dove.
Some are short, some quite long,
some add music and make a song.
There are poems that are happy but many are sad.
There’s poetry that’s good while none really bad.
Some poems rhyme and others not,
some just a little, some rhymesalot.
There’s effort made to make you smile.
There are jokes thrown in once in a while.
Sometimes yes and sometimes no,
some get posted and others go.
There’s poetry that’s biographical.
There are funny poems but this one laughable.
Someday I’ll write a book for print,
someday when I get a hint.
The universe dark when afraid,
atoms pulse and bonds made.
The voice within will rise and fall,
a poet’s obsession is defining all.
Heartbeats heard of passerby,
all’s to feel or question why.
Understood or criticized,
words writ, spoken or surmised.
Eye’s see truth and tell no lies,
somewhere, always are bright blue skies.
To write of life is to ponder death.
To be loved is sharing breath.
The world our canvas and you my art.
I’ll paint your portrait with my heart.
Your face a rainbow that shines on me.
Framed we shall be for all to see.
Making love by candlelight,
intertwined through the night,
sunrise glows and her face I see.
The brightest sun has shined on me.
Her eyes will open to a loving smile.
We’ll snuggle closer and kiss awhile.
Love we’ll share in the morning light.
And we’ll save our candles for tonight.
From native seeds to distant seas,
hurricanes to cool breeze,
grassy hills and tumbleweeds,
adrift, aloof, alone and seeking needs.
Dreams traded seeking goals,
time’s journeys thickens souls.
Changes changed every day,
pasts to pass, seconds stay.
Even odds equal greater,
of each the others creator.
Clouds lift and fog clears,
sunshine brightens lost years.
Eyes meet and hands hold,
minds meld and lives unfold.
Vision’s clear, to each we please.
Fusion warms a cool breeze.
On those days away from you,
a text or call just won’t do.
So I stare at your picture then close my eyes,
together again we explore the skies.
We roam mountain tops and swim in the sea;
we dance in the forest as free as could be.
We hug and kiss all day and night.
Then I open my eyes having seen the light.
Cuddling on the porch oblivious to the rain,
time’s always perfect when love’s on the brain.
With hands warm and kisses hot,
arms holding tight, sadness forgot.
Feeling misty and getting wet,
souls on fire, all needs met.
“I love you” shared with whispers and eyes,
permanent smiles tell no lies.
Our nights are filled with starlight,
our days all the more bright.
The cuddling continues back inside,
our future’s forecast, our hearts our guide.
The more we’re together the less the world’s a part.
Our passion’s indulged with music, poetry and art.
In a time of violence and of greed,
the love of each other’s all we need.
With arms meant to reach and to hold,
the wonder of love’s boldly told.
Lives intertwined becoming one,
endless adventures have begun.
With zest, zeal and sex appeal;
smiles always shared, always real.
Equal devotion adding to the feel,
all’s mutually beneficial, the deal ideal
I woke up really late and had no time to play,
so I couldn’t write your poem today.
But tomorrow is another day,
maybe then my brain will play.
My heart is full of love;
my soul is filled with bliss.
My thoughts are now in shambles;
with each blink I feel your kiss.
Time now has no meaning,
we’re together or I wait.
Tho my age curve’s now receding,
some things are better late.
Online dating, what a trip,
in the Arctic I’d rather strip.
It’s a place without written rules.
And the poet’s craft bears no jewels.
A sea of faces afloat on a screen,
choices made virtually unseen.
Definitions there have little meaning,
optimistic opinions largely leaning.
While kisses await when on track,
misplaced words lead to a smack.
The high and lows beyond compare,
all’s to expose if you dare.
Much can be learned about ourselves,
surprises abound when one delves.
While at this stage of life options few,
reality’s virtue’s now less true.
Fates may collide with a single click,
or hopes shattered just as quick.
Now looking forward and thinking back,
my head types with a clack.
Solace can be found when joy’s all around.
A smile on a face puts us in that better place.
Love in your heart’s the perfect place to start.
When the love is shared nothing’s ever feared.
A twinkle in an eye reflects a sparkling sky.
The warmth of hands held, souls mold and meld.
When loving arms hold in whispers secrets told.
On lips fingers trace a smile on a face.
Two smiles we then feel knowing love is real.
Solace is then found and joy’s all around.