for my Angel, on his special day
In the glass jar of memory
and brightest dreams
low waves splash and tumble, foamy whiteness speaks of possibilities
on warm timeless rocks
cacophany of distant pink
hazy, with you
wrapped around us oh so warmly, gentle, with you
Our secret place
Crispness of the night dries the morning, dries my wings
You pour hot water.
"Wash face and brush teeth"
you order, with a soft smile
Trees look on, sage silent stillness, breathing
Butterfly, spoons. Spoon.
Summer sings her night song, grey and blue
engulfs us washes over us and under us
time
and seasons
in their playful ballet,
rocking to their tune
rocking to their tune
"Forget the twilight" I emplore you
kiss of autumn, leaves start falling
in the winter:
You count down the Mondays,
for me.
Nights are warm inside
sparkling midnight kisses at our window
you sleep, peaceful, softly rise and fall.
Paws to smooth out restless dreams
kitten whiskers, images
Fumble in the night
insouciant, innocent
and we look into this blue hour
soft disciples
soft disciples
your hand in mine
"Maximum probability of success!" I say with a false euphonious sense of hope.
You touch my cheek.
I cry because I love you
["More than what?" you ask, each morning's grin on your soft lips.]
Summer's soft desiring, I am wishing for another chance
Summer's soft desiring, I am wishing for another chance
I cry because I love you, more than what you'll never know.
