word of the day

words are flowers written

they can incite the scent of pleasure
can twinkle in the eye from beauty
tears may flow when they touch the heart
and love can reside from their gift

i walk by a patch of roses and

turn to smell them as i ask of them
will you give a smile to the child that
next walks by you and the mother
whose woes are many, the soldier whose
lost his buddy, the father his daughter
with anosognasia

as the dark then veils the day and

even though my path i can no longer see
in my minds eye still i can smell the roses
recall their beauty and i hear their whispers
to a child, to the mother, to the soldier and
the father…all will be ok, just take a whiff
of me before you walk away

Love in the forest

when first we captured each other’s eyes

from where we stood, not so far,
a look and how it made each other feel
a common aura together brings
a first embrace, a warmth comes o’er
our two bodies touching, our hearts race
at a tender pace as our breath upon
each other’s neck gives way to
the nascence of our love

we gather moments and place them in our nest

where now our two hearts have come to rest  
the planting of our seeds make forests grow
while troubadours sing as fauna play
in the flora amidst the day

lay not still oh eyes and heart

for love never rests
stare into the reverie that comes with
the light of day, breathe its air
and in the night make dreams
where two lovers play
in that forest where they live
where they stay




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