Wait

 

I look and wait, watching the sea. The storm raging, unceasing, it seems. The  rain is salty, as much as my tears. 

      My sorrows increase, so much, my  desire. Time will tell, as the days go on. When I will ride on the waters, over the waves.

        My heart waits forever, so I have decreed. My flesh, is mortal;  my spirit remains. 

 

 

Wedding day

 

         The day is here

one that will perhaps

never happen again. 

Hear the bells

 like Notre Dame

though

more majestic

they ring.  

      

     Cue the music

down they march

eyes that stand

 raptured at that beautiful sight. Eyes that mist

not unlike the streets 

from cities of old. 

 

        A fire has burned

a passion borne

may it never die

though thru trials and perseverance it will keep on

 burning bright 

as the light in that mans eye

 

 

The Meadow

 

    Gather round and hear a tale 

of majesty, magic and grace.

 

    A meadow surrounded, 

by trees that are as thick 

as army ranks.

 Big as houses and tall as mountains,    they surround and threaten to overcome this meadow. 

     Thru grace, the meadow thrives; fields as luscious as the joy in a new brides eyes. 

     Radiance of sun, shining as the rays, 

thru a fair maidens hair. 

     Flowers that blossom so light, 

as the blush on a woman's countenance.

      As a faraway look, 

she was to this man. 

A dream it was, 

though he dare not imagine,

 lest he wake and lose sight

 of that majestic face.

 Closer he came and more so,

 did he dare. 

Til  he realized, 

no more could he swear

 unless this be magic

that she was mine.

 A bride he had pursued 

a heart, he had won. 

Until that day

 he fought and died

for his love in the meadow. 

 

 

Beyond the glass

 

      I look thru a window, what do I see? 

The moon and the stars 

staring back at me. 

Soft and bright what could it mean?

     My eyes are  drawn, I can't turn away. As a man in a boat, I'm being swept away. 

      I look thru glass, what can I say?  I cannot speak, though to say nothing, would I truly die. Beyond the glass, about your eyes. 

 

 

Perfect Picnic Day

 

She said yes

dare I digress of the perfect day for a picnic.

Flowers are blooming

daisies assuming

it's perfect out and they're right.

Grab the basket

go and stack them

all the items you need. 

 

Sandwiches and cake

it's no mistake 

not on a perfect picnic day.

Wine to share

cheese to pair

with a lady

so fair. 

      

The daisies compete

they can't defeat

my beauty the one who said yes. 

The blankets thrown down

her hair all around

getting in my way

What can I say? 

It's a perfect picnic day