I wish I could have taken you for a walk Tonight

I wish I could have taken you for a walk tonight,
The snow was beautiful.
It shone and gleamed like the sparkle of your eyes.
It would fall in big, light clumps onto our waiting tongues, plentiful.
With a flashlight in your hand we would trail through the trees of a forest haven. Sighs.
It was not cold, but your arms around me helped with that.
There would not be a single sound, but the tinkle of snow hitting the ground, and your breath blowing so softly against my ear.

I wish I had you in the car tonight.
The shaky glow of my head lights caught each dazzling thing.
I saw two deer, prowling the side of the road.
It did not matter though; you were there to keep my eyes on the road.
Your voice changes with the tunes on the radio, your beautiful voice.
I could have turned the radio off just to listen.

I wish I had you in my arms tonight.
So my sweet breath, crisp and foggy with the chilly night,
Could fall upon you and sooth your mind.
So our lips could touch and set my mind awhirl.
Together we would be like the snow,
The snow glistening so brightly
Detailed and special
Light and airy
Wild and crazy
But above all else eternally happy.

His Fingers Dance

His Fingers Dance

His fingers dance, they make their way up and down the neck
Each chord plays the melody
His fingertips race, strumming vibrating strings, much like a spider.
His art is beautiful; he’s been working hard to find the perfect note.
I can see him wince, old battle scars, he faces.
But when the song rises to higher tones, a weight seems to come off his shoulders.
He is living sky high, on top of the world.
The melody sags, the notes are like falling rain.
I bow my head, feeling the calm, quiet peace of the moment.
The song is dead. Silence fills the spaces.
His eyes are watching me.
I look up to meet those light blue eyes.
Suddenly tears well in my eyes, burning, as I find the guitar in my hands.
I look down; the soft strings are the same,
The wood, so beautiful and polished, like the desert as it wrinkles beneath the wind’s blow
Like a snake skin hide.
Light reflected it winks at me, coaxing from me a sound.
I put my fingers in place, my thumb hovers over the strings, pulsing with energy.
I strum.
From that point on the melody takes off. I follow to the highs, sag to the lows, and again I hear the sound of falling rain.
But this is not my finger’s creation. Outside my gray window shines a blinding light, rain pours gently to help me in my quest.
I play my part, creating for them entrance, the music becomes the rain. The sun shines still.
He smiles; I know he’s watching me, like he did so long before. The light has renewed in me what was lost, germinating new hope.
I can play once more, the guitar calls me, and he calls me too. Now I can answer.

The Importance of a Letter

The importance of a Letter

What is the importance of a letter?
Could it be a note to say:
Thanks
I miss you
This is what I did today
A confession of your truest feelings,
Thoughts,
Concerns.
What is the importance of a Letter?
A hard copy from a dear one’s true
Soul.
It is something they, yes dear they
Touched.
Yes it is that, it is you and me
Sharing one thought
One experience
One feeling utterly
And completely.
Sealed with a lick on a sticky stamp
In the shape of a heart
And a pure white envelope.
What is the importance of a letter?
Oh! And I love you!

I Love You My Darlings

I Love You My Darlings.

Numbered are the breaths
Shakily erupting from my breast
Like the moon,
About to swoon,
Quickly fading.
Nearer come the shadows
Bringing to me the gallows
Clearly come the faces
Carrying remnants of traces
Memerance of places.
So weak
I can’t speak
What matters now?
The family I’ve found
My ghostly father
My two daughters
My only son,
Oh what fun.
My wonderful wife
Please stay by my side.
The lights dim on the stage
I can leave my sickly cage
For now I take my bows
Floating up to the clouds,
There to wait
For destiny’s fate
I love you my darlings.