End of day plays Jekyll and Hyde, it’s a bit warm to remain inside. A hasty retreat is beaten to the cover of awning with a rainstorm dawning. Deck chairs edge closer; the center of the porch as ground zero. Clouds dance, lightning brightening the horizon. Hearing in the distance, rumbles tumble, a cacophonous cascade; nature’s serenade played in tympanic tumult. Nearer the furor approaches. Rain showers encroach on late spring. A brilliant display on the front porch at the end of day!
Freshly repaired and painted, deck chairs stained and remain side-by-side. Bamboo screen hiding the world from the view. Fields, a dream come to life, grass undulating in waves waiting for the next breath. Cloud pocked skies azure in hue, through the lattice the breeze finds its way. The front porch on a perfect day!
From west to east you reach me,
for years you chose to teach me
a lesson shared; of poetics, and life,
love and respect. You always reject
any notion that our devotion was
a chance happenstance, we were
meant to “meet” in whatever form
that would take, and make no mistake,
I know you as well as is possible
without ever exchanging glances.
And on the odd chance that we ever could
share the same space, I will remember
your face by the trace it will leave on my soul.
Your voice, your grace, your style all live
forever in the shadow of your smile.
When love speaks, it speaks softly. Aspiring to lofty things, of how hearts sing in harmony that warms and soothes. It moves them to a pinnacle that other cynical people cannot attain.
When love speaks, it speaks softly. A language that needs not word, nor intention. Or any mention of past indiscretions. Love expresses in a way that says all it ever needs in a breathless sigh.
When love speaks, it speaks softly, o’er the expanse of time, o’er the length of distant miles. O’er fathoms of seas and lakes it takes a tender thought to conjoin two souls across an eerie connection in poetic perfection.
When love speaks, it speaks softly, When love speaks, it is heard loudly. When love speaks, knowing hearts believe. When love speaks, nothing else needs to be said when love speaks.
“May I help you?”
I don’t recognize the stranger addressing me
From the porch
Where I used to color with my cousins
Swing in my pajamas
Play with paper dolls.
I respond with an apology
For walking into the backyard
Where I used to play tag with my cousins
Catch summernight fireflies
Lay in the grass, spotting castles
In the clouds.
I tell her this ismy
Used to be
“Would you like to come in?”
My heart pounds. I decline,
Then quickly change my mind.
Yes. Yes, please.
As I walk in, I’m overcome with emotion.
Much is the same.
Some is different.
Everything seems smaller –
Everything but the love.
The love looms large,
Reaching through the decades
I follow my shoreline
it leads me to you,
a trip traveled
in this unraveled mind.
No distance too great,
no thought too small,
for through it all
we count on all we’ve
encountered. Slow and steady
we pace, and face our
obstacles with confidence.
Let it be known, we have grown
in friendship poetically
and without a frenetic stance,
this mutual “roamance” of words
brings us to the same place
in thoughts familiar
and somewhat familial,
my survival depends
on us as friends till the end.
Follow my shoreline.