Gray art of empty
Sides all have a face
Eyes peering both ways
Outward an abstract blur
Inward angles sharp and clear
Ever-moving, overlapping, disappearing
Spectrum glowing, depth growing
Specters in a static box
Dancing into dusk
Fade to black
Poetry for a lady with much love I give.
I’ll write the unspoken as long as I live.
Mornings for her will be a cause for glee.
For me her glowing smile I long to see.
We share our first coffee, no concern for the time.
We’ll talk and we’ll laugh, I’ll record it in rhyme.
Our day will proceed with only one goal,
loving each other, mind, body and soul.