tell me

tell me

how the gentle wind touches your skin

how the gold of sun rays pierce your eyes

when you hear the fish slap the river’s water

the waft of morning dew

tell me

how your heart flutters when feeling love

your breath becomes rapid in excitement

soft wet sweat shimmies from you hands

how peace and calm envelops you

at the sight of stars and moon at night

tell me

the soothing of violin strings upon your ears

touched by words of Shelley and Shakespeare

how they resonate into your soul

and as i sing to you a song

a love poem for you, i've written

tell me

how your love for me is true

a reflection of my heart, too

like verdant leaves of Spring

its brilliant color hue

there’s no truer love

than me for you

just enough

i wish just enough

of morsels, having some left  for

he who’s hungry

just enough water to quench my

thirst then to share

warmth enough still to feel the cold

as others do

just enough shelter to rest my head

leaving room for hers on my shoulder,

some anguish to understand sorrow and

enough to feel pain and recalling the absence

enough love to last until tomorrow

behold living

my body recently experienced physical pain

constant throbbing, deep and incessant.,

i breathe in, exhale slowly and it separates

me distantly from  it

now it has subsided, the cause ameliorated

i tarry in my focus and think of those

whose pain never subside and so much greater

than mine, so i breathe for them

souls being connected in a universal spirit

shall be then, but for a moment, the assuage

of this feeling, usurped by a calm and rest,

shared by the link of our souls

i shall amble about amidst life, today

i shall not forget the pain for it will be the cause

of me savoring the tiniest of things, littlest of moments,

cherish all  around me while breezes sing

in my ears and mine eyes behold, living

onto this new day

onto and unto this new day

when first comes my morning’s breath

i shall smile and laugh upon the tangles

and tugs in the face of death

i hear the melodies of my waking friends

the cardinal’s whistle, the melodious wrens

they’ll lift my body from recumbent dreams

to amble out onto Nature’s streams

a 'sol' of warmth,  a breath of soft wind

shall start my waking day, the night on end

naked feet will be tickled by grass and dew

and my spirit brimming with life’s anew

bring all the pain and angst you can muster

for i’ll still dance amidst a daffodil cluster

the song of a robin and a finch

shall lift my spirit in a pinch

come, share with me, embrace the day

for all too soon this will give way

to the moon and stars in night’s abode

but that too is dream filled, so, i am told

a flower's tears

like the flower in Spring

the petals with brilliant colors

on display, the leaves a vibrant green

and loam at its rooted feet

dark, moist from the morning’s dew

she used to be like this

when she’d look my way, would

on occasion seem of fawning  

making me feel like that

flower of Spring

but Autumn comes, some call it Fall

and colors change to crimson and

russet, although still brilliant in their

aesthetic way, there's a change of their 

colors now taking place, a different

beauty in their display

she sees me now in my Autumn attire 

though Spring still is her favorite color

she looks no longer at me the way she used
to but at another flower whose colors of Spring

now catch her eyes

i am that flower, a sentient being, a human

touch is of my heart when my Autumn

colors now displayed and you look away
my petals droop, my leaves fall to my side, 
the heaviness of falling dew, are my tears for you

my soul speaks

my walk today traversed a hillside

through a field of wisteria embracing

a patch of yellow snapdragons and lily of

the valley white bells while busy yellow jackets

and bumble bees buzz, a pollinating dance 

conscious and slow with every step

cognizant of this moment listening to

the whispers of the day noticing its

breath as it swirls and sways a field

of wild-flowers like waves at sea

i listen to the voice of my soul speak

as i search to find my ‘within’

bringing my spirit to a brink

grasping my heart with a calming

asking to be witness to peace

the tales of my soul does tell of pain

hovering over sadness and disarray

while wishing the music of love to play

awaiting trials and tribulations to allay

knowing all this to be mundane that

the transcendent spirit will soon discard

severing the tethers and letting the vibrations

to play in sync and rhythm with the

Universe where together they, too,

shall dance

joy of life and sleep

that waft of lavender or soft musk,

the sparkle of the dew on grass in

the morning and the lust my heart

and soul doth feel the joy of waking

to life’s ebullient smile

warm golden yellow rises and white cottons

soar along the azure powdered face

shimmering off the mirror ocean blue,

a spectacle bringing life to the jumping

dolphin and spattering of fish while seagulls

call and the osprey talons fill

doth my day begins of Summer’s Spring

while cool wet sand invades the space

between my toes, the southwest winds

blow capturing underneath my eagle wings

so that i may fly amidst the day where

i shall play

from dawn to dusk my soul shall dance

give way to the spirit of the universe

of how things should be where chaos

intermingles with harmony as opposites

and the yin yang intertwines as one

a glitter of stars shall prick the black of night

and tease the moon to smile while the roaring

vocals from white nail rolling fingers of the sea

shall sooth my dreary eyes to close and i will

dream the dreams where my soul shall soon

reap a joy of with souls in that universal sleep