A Poet's Haven

No sooner than my eyes closed.I found her, homing in on the last words from her lips,as she drifted off to sleep and whispered into the wind.Knowing that the very sound of every beat of her heart,is forever linked to mine.A gentle kiss upon her cheek, as she murmured “ you’re here”“shush my Darling, you…

I once read that we never clearly see faces in our dreams…Once or twice I have seen faces in my dreams…On occasion I have heard voices in my dreams…Every now and again I will hear a woman’s voice…Always the same voice telling me to wake up…And no it is not my Mothers voice…In all honesty,…

She stood by the window wrapped in a sheet…Awaiting the dawn’s serenade…She smiled as she felt his lips upon her cheek…Reliving the moments of entangled arms…And their dueling tongues…And the poetry he whispered in her ear…The sound of his voice as he recanted…Moving back and forth across the channel…First in French and then in English…As…

She strummed a rendition of “ Killing Me Softly “…As each string spoke to my scars…She seemed to know how each string…Shared a memory of her…Silence echoed between notes…A lifetime of love shared…Ending in only a few dozen full moons…We laughed and loved threw them all…A mere thirty sunrises between them…Enjoy each sunrise…Love every moment…As…

It has begun…She can delay it by minutes…Her pulse has already begun to rise…Her mine has begun the metamorphosis…The bones and joints in her feet and legs are transforming…The fingers and hands will be next…Her back will change as hair begins to grow everywhere…Lastly her face will take the shape she hates the most…She can…

At first I could not speak…I choked on my own thoughts…It took a few moments… I barely notice the henna designs…Upon her Hands…My eyes beheld an inlay of gold… My focus was her eyes…Their pattern drew me in…They ferried me away from now… History was no longer then it was now…Sounds appeared from within her…Enchanting…

It was just some old Paris Jazz on the U…One of those quiet back alley hole in the wall…The place you went to not be seen or heard…As the wine flowed at a rather slow cool pace… At first I thought about that old guy…The one who placed dancing in the rain on the bucket…

Long ago I looked into those eyes… She has such a beautiful smile when she smiles… Her hair was a different color then… But those eyes were a shade of blue green… I remember stumbling for words over her eyes… I saw our first child and the two that followed… As I look into those…

Long after it emerges often in the imaginary world of words… It was the year without a Summer in 1816 snow fell in June… Creatures of the ID emerged into the hearts and thoughts… Of some of our literary greats as the shared wine and tea… Within the eyes of this woman we find two…

We always seem to encounter evolutionary developments… Long after it emerges often in the imaginary world of words… It was the year without a Summer in 1816 snow fell in June… Creatures of the ID emerged into the hearts and thoughts… Of some of our literary greats as the shared wine and tea… Within the…