Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Nothing resonates like that last kiss
in a dream forgotten moment
lingering on lips like
I love you
when she is walking out the door.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

And so my love...

This heart that beats
dark against the night
for freedom
cries less and less
for the blue sky beyond
my back yard
but sometimes still
I hear you call
like a faint whisper
Come Love
Come away with me.