Waking Up

Waking Up

Waking up to see you near,
sleeping quietly,
peeves me dear and when you stir
I’d freeze, stay still and be;
breathing in the morning cheer
that early sun rise bring.
Then giggling with a knowing grin
that you will smile for me.

Curtains dance with singing wind
that passes through our window;
single birds glance by our bed
room, curious as the widows
next door . . .

Waking up to see you near,
sleeping quietly,
tickles me that when you stir
I’d hug you, silently.
Caressing you with all my heart
each morning that I rise,
I’d whisper words of hope and love
to keep you by my side.

Bells and cymbals all around
would ring into the sky,
petals flutter in the spring air -
white doves takes a lover’s dive
outdoor . . .

Waking up to see you here,
sleeping quietly,
please me dear that when you stir
I’d kiss you slow and sweet.

To Urban Blight

In my mind and heart

wings of gold take flight

and from outstretched hands

there stream beams of light . . .

From the sky I dive

without a doubt to urban blight;

ever knowing that you'll come 

tonight. 

All day 

in the sun I laze

visions glide like dials in the sky

Little drops
between my eyelashes sparkle
like flakes of pure white snow. 

And empyrean dusts they make

shapes of horses and of him

whom I've yearned and longed

for many years . . . 

And the stars they twinkle so

and the moons they circle more

while the comets zoom and speed

and in frenzy meteors freeze

In my mind and heart

voices whisper raptures, too

from my lips they part

the words "I love you . . . "

From the sky I dive

without a doubt to urban blight;

ever knowing that you'll come 

tonight.