The air is cold and the sky is gray.
It’s time again for Valentine’s Day.
Lips are warm and soon to be kissed.
It’s a winter’s day not to be missed.
Flowers found to make the day bright.
Candy presented to each share a bight.
Hands are held and everything’s fine.
Happy Valentines, will you be mine.
To write from one’s heart,
the sweetest of art,
Valentine’s every day.
To write from ones soul,
a most serious goal,
but stillness has its sway.
To write from the head,
the world’s just our way.
In time and space and geography’s place;
people rush by, each a new face.
All’s directing a no act play.
Scenes overlap and curtains fall,
script’s blank await the call.
Silence screams its say.
A choice to write’s a right to choose.
When darkness consumes the bright side we lose,
left only with blue and gray.
If a life imagined we’re to create,
chapters mate and thoughts relate.
The end’s let to stray.
I wished to pen a Valentine’s poem.
But time did wander and the mind did roam.
And all the words all used before.
So why just add for the sake of more.
I’ve had my chances and my time.
I’ve shared it freely with love and rhyme.
For those written only memories remain.
Hearts once in tune, beat’s not to regain.
Direction comes from all directions, but most lost.
And only the ship of fools is love tossed.
Though waves felt profoundly with silence rife,
this day’s not yet over, nor is life.
I wish a wish made wishes come true.
I’d wish to make a Valentine, just for you.
But where it sent I just don’t know.
But maybe the wish will end, tomorrow.
A healer of wounds or point to maim,
cupids draw’s reluctant of aim.
Bow’s untied but the bind pains,
the arrow pulled but the blood remains.
I close my eyes and the future’s blurred.
I call her name but none is heard.
I feel her touch when I’m alone.
A smile returned no longer shown.
My head still turns tho now a twist.
My heart still beats tho now half missed.
And this Valentines I wish not to start,
for a hole filled makes not a whole heart.
Kissing and hugging, laughing and loving,
that’s the way our days begin.
The sun will rise in passionate eyes,
our bodies warmed skin to skin.
The clock ticks fast and gone’s the past,
our future’s a sure win-win.
The world awaits what fate dictates,
our anticipation evident in our grin.
Tomorrow we’ll see how great it will be,
our souls sharing destiny akin.
For life, it would seem, resembles a dream,
our reality shining from within.