My letter to your heart

You must tell me what flower you wish for me to plant. If your love is true, it will bloom in your absence. There are not so many things that I can give to you, but those that I can are enough, if you truly care for our love. Though my nights are your days we come around, like your star, one day and one night, and repeatedly thus. When the star I have chosen for you hangs above your pillow, you will see what I have wished for us. On the right day, the things you want shall be yours, if it is to be, and you have not over wished your star. In my heart is a big hurt that needs to be filled with a special force, I hope that it can be you. Be certain you have chosen well in your mind and not just in your heart, for if your pain is too great, any choice may do, for a while. There are not so many things that I can give to you, but those that I can are enough, if you truly love.                                            and flowers choose to bloom.

The Widowed Bride

A tremendous act of kindness, by him brought love about Then sprawled beside a glassy pond their passions acted out A sunny day did rise and swell that perfect April morn 'Twas damp with chill, one wintry night a tiny lass was born Her papa was a strapping lad, who never shirked from chore Upon her mother's aching heart, they sent him off to war Their hearts were locked in mindless bliss, that Spring upon the heath Too soon their deed tore all apart, mid silence bound to keep With sturdy limbs, bright eyes of gray and hair of tousled curl Much interest in the child turned, who'd fathered such a girl? The letters came to cheer each day, upon the sheath, no mark But day by day each soldier's fall, revealed his beating heart Sublime the day the war had passed and soldiers all came home But not for those whose caissons rolled, her secret love be known For in first days with lists at post of lads who marched no more His name did cut the paper white, with ink her heart it tore Still letters made it to her eyes a mystery hand had sent As only one could even know from whence their passage rent And on a day as fair as most with child by her side She wed the deaf mute postman, who'd wooed the widowed bride

Sleep Wrinkles

Buttons from a Teddy Impressions of sound safe sleep Sleep wrinkles speak of my last nights A pen on pages wet from a weep Once, the lacey blouse Of a great date Then, beer-soaked laces of a football In the mirror, heading to work, late Sleep wrinkles may say If I had a good time, or not For the guy who sold me this lovely grave He's cussing those sleep wrinkles Two days old, looking like a 38

The Neophyte's Plight

There comes a space, inside of silence

Where opens there a moment

Just inside of one heart beat

A wink, a smile, a glance

While faster than a beam of light

This dwells like an aroma

Both know when it sweeps in

Afloat on billowed night

Why hadn't you seen it sooner

You laugh at such as you

As quickly as it came about

Now all at once it's through

Then crash and burn, your heart mid flight

How could you show such guile

With nuance as your hearts desire

Greet the plight of the neophyte

Yet pause, reflect, and smile