The Bright Side of Love

	As waters flowing smoothly over weathered stones,
	In steady streams of motion,
	Undeterred by obstacles,
	Swirling serpentine around and over and through,
	Furrowing forward.
	Deafening the air with the rush of its purpose.
	Expending itself fully until it reaches the sea,
	So are my thoughts toward you.





Ritual

Each day, I awaken my thoughts of you.
And each night,
I put your words gently to bed in my heart.
Day follows night.
Night follows day.
A solemn ritual.







 Breathless

Sometimes, as we walk,
You loop your arm through mine.
A simple thing.
A simple act,
That takes my breath away.





 Stilling Time

If I could hold this feeling gently
In the palms of my hands.
Cupping my fingers around it until it nestles safely there,
Protecting it from all cares and harm,
I would.






 Memories

Time blends our days into years,
And our moments into memories.  
It is the memories that become so compelling.  
Daydreams.  
More pleasant than the realities they  recall.





 Chill

There is a chill in the morning air
That makes me think of former times.
Of laughter and blankets and late night movies.
Of shivering in the rain at football games,
Of wiping the frost off car windows.
The seasons are changing 
And my mind goes back to happy times
Of cold floors and warm hearts
Of brisk entrances and pausing goodbyes,
Of you.






Lost

There is always a moment of quiet dispair 
When I enter a room and do not find you there.  
With all the effort inside me, I manage to keep my smile in place
As I greet faces that have no meaning for me.
And then I see you.  
And in an instant, all the pain that grips my heart melts away.  
Your eyes find mine.  
A language without words commences,
As if your eyes were smilingly saying, 
"Were you worried?"





Web

When I'm alone, all alone,
Momentary images of you rush by.
And lucid things come to my mind
Of how you are when we're together.
Your gentleness entices me.  Summons me.
Like a call to home across a vast and distant field.
And yet I sometimes wonder,
Though my heart denies the thought,
Is it a spell of love you weave around me,
Or a finely crafted web?






Whirlwind

Thoughts of you swirl gently in my mind.
Your touch.  Your scent.  Your smile.
Your eyes are the master of my heart
And my mind devises ways to have more of you.  
Into this whirlwind I fall
And your love catches me.
Bringing me tenderly back
To life
To love
And to you.





 Musing

If I am dreaming, may I never waken,
For life itself can not displace this dream.
If I am blind to faults and deaf to reason,
And before wiser counsel I am completely mute.
Then let me be as you have found me,
A ship adrift upon a glassy sea.