What a Fine Weekend
Puzzle had an idea she was a picture,
Made a muse my elation, a ghost?
Prayer thanked mine eyes for finding her
Falling for pieces each fit her innermost
Treasure is buried, close my eyes now to remember.
You look away the moment of bloom
Because we cannot behold love’s face
Inside fairy tales’ giants marching in costume
Guarding hearts from steps we might retrace
Sweet night’s fragrance, jasmine your perfume.
Waking in a world with this secret
Exploding in journeys retaking the sky
Proclaiming hearts bursting they scream it
Do you see? You gave me the key,
It burns in my chest my heart can’t conceal it.
Enchanted our candle, two flames burning blue
Breathless and tingles you lend me your care
So we burn down the night our incense for two
We take to the rail with you I can dare
Break the spell, hot wax seals us brand new
My desert daydream magic the mountain
Do I thank you enough for the eternal you share?
Was it real or just spray from the fountain?
Got me wet I can feel it still there
Waiting and aching my bones can’t contain.
This mystery of thought we live in just now
Could it be we don’t want it to stop?
Or deeper meaning our Makers endow?
Don’t solve it just yet, please once more from the top,
Any clue, any sign, let me know.
When time makes us small one day dream of me please
Tell me tonight was real, dreaming of you
Our nature shared freely its joyous embrace
In this verse dances magic for two
A toast to our hearts, till the next glass we raise.
Finer Still As We Wake the Next Day
still seeing lights new
imagining still now you
joy out of the blue
With These Memories Tickling Still
Please a drop?
That I might know once again.
In my tears.
Almost Like Waiting for the Call After an
Thank you for your time yesterday,
Your interview style was a nice touch,
Spontaneity is my favorite way,
I just hope I didn’t talk too much?
Hoping to hear from you to learn,
Meanwhile I keep counting my blessing,
Patience is indeed it’s own return.
That’s what we all say on succeeding,
Perhaps you’ll say I’m overqualified?
But I need training more than the masses,
Besides there is no substitute for delight,
Or passion in the pursuit of happiness!
If you decide on another, maybe you’re right?
That drink? My answer will still be yes.
I’d rather though you told me that I might,
And let me savor again your voice’s caress.
Meanwhile Odd Memories of Conversations About Trees?
The Old Sumac
Beautiful ancient darkness came before the roots
And after, light remained still so obscure
Is there any magic to give me, a cure?
Meanwhile I share old pictures of me in suits.
You see I am unwell, it seems the sunrise stays all day
Now for me all time is gone into the wind
Like a butterfly seeking what it must find
In this twilight, an inspired place to play.
Imagining the sumac so sweet in mild winter
Wrestling it’s wild from our suburban strife
We’re soft, so taming is beyond our life
Rather, might we enjoy its steady gift of shelter?
Plant another tree, lots of future’s friend
Stonefruit make for sweet companions
Teasing changes through our imagined seasons
Together we might share peaches without end.
So you can. You can have it all!
Nurse your sumac, respect his longevity
Find him companions fill his days with levity
We can rock in his shade feel him hold us in his thrall.
What might we learn from such a rest?
Surprised as each we are by this new gift.
Did we expect a shooting star to have so much lift?
Hold on tight, enjoy it, make it last.
Respecting time’s produce, all that can ever be
More than we have wishes for, and that’s a lot
Falling gently into our lap, love’s sweet honey
A good long life, we can learn from our old sumac stock.
Springtime desert heat gifts us with its dew so sweet
Imagine how our old sumac loves this season
So many memories the rings encircle now long gone
This old man may surprise us and become a loveseat?
Got Me to Thinking About the Gift of a Muse (and magic glasses)
And so now after Seven days, I rest with your poetry, thank you.
Some need to count their number?
Cheers and to all, the best, best dreams.