a poem i found under my bed

On My Street

A Love Letter To One Recently Dead

I live on a cobbled stone street

In a big blue house, with a light post in the front yard

A small stone wall guards and protects our yard

The oak trees that line the street are a canopy to keep us cool

The yard in the back is vast

A garden out of a fairy tail with grass to run and play

Our home is warm

Three floors with rooms and family

The halls are lined with memories

The stairs are run with rugs

My room is red

Books piled sky high

My bed my kingdom

My cat the queen

My home in this room

In this house

On this street

Where you and I once long ago did meet

a poem in the romantic style

Light and Waking Dreams

Twas not love but fear of losing sight of beauty that kept me

still, still as the night with all its creature gone to sleep,

waiting for first light to break across my horizon.

In light of what had passed we walked

fingers touched as pale light moved over the pasture

the sound of leaves filled the air

fill the world with sound

so this moment will be heard we met and knew.

I’ve counted a thousand kisses

hoping for a thousand more.

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things

in you, most of all sweet love.

Who’s noble heart hath brought me to my knees.

I dream of birds singing as we walk

the meadow is rich with poppies

and I am drunk on your hazel eyes.

You whisper words

soft as butterfly wings

against my tender heart

would you love a fool, dear girl?

The meadow full of your poppies

swaying around us as we stand

against temptation

first light comes to

us with a flower crown

to anoint your head

Poppy Princess come

to lure me to slumber.

Would you be real when I woke

or a dream so intoxicating it led to my undoing.

To wander the earth in desolation finding memories true

with their feelings false.

Would you remain for me?

My hand out reached dreading that contact would make it real.

Lingering for tender death by your hand.