Gentle Whispers


Gentle Whispers

gentle whispers fill my ear
and love and laughter reappear
as I go strolling memory’s lane
still perfumed by a summers rain
when you and I did still exist
lamenting over sunsets missed
and morning smiles, with sleepy eyes
and dreams we should have realized…

I wonder for the life of me
if things are ever ” meant to be “,
if heaven could be so unkind
to let us lose, the love we find
we search for hope within the loss
like sunshine on the morning frost
to warm our hearts and melt our fears
and bring us comfort through the years…

gentle whispers of your voice
remind me that I made the choice
to trust the future, bless the pain
and pray that I may love again
yet in my heart, still locked away
my savior for the lonely days
when smells of autumn bring you near
with gentle whispers, in my ear…

Love Changes Direction


Love Changes Direction

You’re gone
not unexpectedly, I confess
for I never really caught you
I was happy just to share you
with the candlelit nights
and microwave days
and besides,
it’s autumn…
the time of year
when love changes direction

Some people like telephones,
not me
for when they scream to life
in my fragile days
they taunt me with the memories
of phonecalls from autumns past

But just this time, it might be nice
to have you call my telephone
if only to say
you were sorry for the sunsets you missed…

Love You More



Love You More

today, I vow.. to love you more
not that I ever missed a moment
you see,
my mind, my day, my heart
are all filled up with you
your precious smile
those laughing eyes…
your words…

your springtime words

still, you are so elusive
coming to me at moments
so sweet
and leaving me lost in the desert
of desire, for days
I need to drink you
I need you now

put away all the excuses
just for a few moments
and feed me, love
restart my heart
stir up my soul
it’s you , who writes my words

so today, I’ll love you more
maybe you will feel it
maybe you will smile
either way
love , like water
finds it’s own balance

but today, I’ll love you more…


Resize of writing


we’re putting pen to paper
in a sacred rendezvous
as we harvest inner feelings
from the gardens where they grew
from an introspective moment
or a dream in black and white
when a poet paints the picture
all the colors come out right

we’ve been spilling out the secrets
in a search for something more
like the moon upon the water
or the love we’ve waited for
there’s a deeper understanding
of a simple summer rain
and a sorrow for the sunsets
we will never see again

there is hope and inspiration
in a lazy autumn day
and a bluesy transformation
when life doesn’t go our way
we are minstrels of the mountains
we are starlight balladeers
left alone to find the beauty
and the rainbow in the tears

we are poets, we are preachers
leaving sonnet souvenirs…