The wind blows gently across the humid night
A dragonfly lands on a piece of vine
The smell of jasmine intoxicates my brain
Tiny feathers of a baby duck float in my hand
The wonders of love and time
Did I ever really know?
Could I only guess?
The empty red sleigh of so long ago
Is still empty today
Without a thought or even regret?
My tough bravado so mean to shine, to dream
Kisses upon my forehead
Laughter upon your lips
Your lashes are as long as whips
Blueberries and cream
All those impossible things
Like sugar in iced tea that never dissolves
But still wet
One wonders why your hand is blue
Your heart cold as steel
Like the bitter aspirin I tried so hard to swallow
What do you need my dear?
What can I bring?
Can I bring you flowers on a cold day that fills your heart with love?
Can I bring you my kisses?
Oh, how they use to mean so much!
Honeybees and trinket locks
Lost in time and rust forgot
The splendid dreams and goals that were never meant for me
Long leisurely naps of gold
To erase that old worn path that deemed to be…
Trodden and spoiled, forever soiled
The beauty of that part that tickles my heart never rings
Sunglasses with hazy sadness lurking behind my eyes
Little girl blue in stockings and lace
If only you could see your face
What happened to the sunshine when the clouds came
And knocked you to the ground?
Breath, dream, feel and touch
Paranoid places in dark mystic faces
That no one cares to cross or touch
Reality a given, long and hidden
Letting the world fly by
Wanting so much
Asking so little
Always subject to eyes
You are too big
You are too tall
Well let me say how small you are my dear
My laughter and my tears
Goals made of jelly
Sticky at the slightest touch
Butterflies whisper the secret of a long-forgotten love
Build up that wall
Stick to your guns
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Blue jays in a ruckus, ducks talking tomorrow
I am only saying, “Tonight”
Care to hear that story of one so long ago
That whispered clever says of a not so clever man
I need you, I want you
But wait…lies, hidden contacts, no authenticity
What were those words spoken with a smile on your part?
Ah yes, it is coming back to me like syrup over biscuits
You do not want me
School of style on a column page
Progress in its finest
Etiquette on your knees
Please let me tell you
Oh, hear me say
I loved the thought of you
What could and never will be
Little red sleigh
Slides to my feet
Should that surprise me?
Alas, my guess would be
It has always been there
And so sad… always, always empty
* I wrote this poem over twenty years ago. Let only a few read it. Dusting off some old pieces and sharing. Sometimes to heal, we need to let go of the past.