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My love’s a creature of the light…

My love’s a creature of the light,
She needs the sun to feel alive;
And though she’s there when darkness comes,
If I would see her shine, and thrive,

I must wait til the clouds have passed,
Til night has gone where it must go —
My love’s a creature of the light,
And I live in

The glow

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If I Like Sky

If I like sky could truer be
I’d make for you a canopy
Of wonder in the feathered day
And stars to shine at night

For what is this regard that calls
Us over time and out past walls
But nature, and its urge to grow
And move into the light?

If I like sky could cover you
I’d make a train of white and blue
For you to wear as you decide
My love, my life, my heart,

My bride

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when love is light and past the door

when love is light and past the door

we live the life that no one sees

when breaths are taken in for time

and focus aims to slowly please

 

there is so much reality

that’s nowhere on the internet

there’s so much more to human life

than art has ever shown us

yet

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We ate dinner in silence…

We ate dinner in silence, both worn out,
But spicy Thai food woke us up again –
The dreaded day had come, and been born out,
Just like we thought it would, it had. But then

We drank and laughed and talked of other things.
She ate her massaman, I ate my beef;
There’re unexpected gifts life sometimes brings
When we are past all action but belief —

And as we left the place, I grasped her hand,
Which she squeezed back. No other words were said:
For lives are full of meanings, unexpressed —
Like living through a day
You’d come to dread

(11-7-2015)

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… how close the far away

Across the room a wooden table
Yellow tea lights flicker
The night is gathering her dress
To go amid the stars

And we in silence find abundance
Through the skylight glowing
As shadows dance across the bed
And every sound is ours

For we are physical and mental
Full emotions churning
And yet are centered to our core
To lie among the still

And see the lights of years ago
By our few candles burning
To feel how close the far away
Can be when we just will

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Neon

She shines like neon,
Colorful,
Reflected on
The city streets

She sounds like rhythm,
Audible,
The feet that move,
The heart that beats

    She’s still the light that guides me home,
    The reason that I love the night;
    A better kind of power, that
    Makes sun seem tame, and rain seem right —

She tastes like neon,
To the eyes
That find no shining
Through the throes,

When at the end
Of this much day,
The sky may dark,
But still —

She glows

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What She’s Like

She considers herself an average girl,
Who’s led a sort of mundane life:
This model-scientist-dancer-preacher
Who I happen to call my wife —

She was an entrepreneur for years;
She’s a volunteer when she sees a need:
She’s been a mother, a grandmother now,
And there’s not enough hours for her to read

All the books that we have, or she wants to have.
She’s curious and inquisitive;
She defends anyone who is ganged up on,
And knows, and believes, what it is to forgive —

She loves to move and she loves to laugh,
And she always gives comfort to those who mourn:
She as wonder-filled as the sea and the sky,
And’s had love in her heart since the day she was born —

She loves to come up with a better idea;
She lives to watch dramas that come from Korea,
She worries about the strange man that she wed,
But after a day, when it’s all done and said,

She closes the eyes on that beautiful face
Having made the world, my world, a much better place;
And I think, every morning, as I move the cover,
I can never quite say just how deeply

I love her

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In The Swirl of Moments

Now older, your dark hair turned to light,
Your mind and words, sometimes, turn back on older days.
I see you, lost in remembered joys:
When you felt powerful, and the world was open wide.
Perfectly beautiful, complete in yourself,
You can’t disguise how much you feel you’ve lost.
I did not know you in those days;
The Venns of our lives had not yet overlapped.

We willingly trade the things we love
To aid the people we love,
But that does not mean the process is
Without grief; nor does it lessen
The good of the present.
Vanity is air: not really there, in some ways,
But totally necessary;
Love is like water: surrounding and
Caressing us.

I look at you, across this swirling warm pool,
Eyes closed, mind of former days, and think:
My love, you are still so beautiful, so strong:
And while there’s much we must let go of,
Never let go of what makes you

You