There are moments.
Gently, I think of you and smile.
Let us rest in one another’s arms
Not hurry from the warmth.
Wrap our memories together
Live them each again
Rediscover what we have found
Be grateful for love.
Simply.
Secrets
Alone by the tree.
I miss you.
Wind…
Gentle…
Warm like your hand
Touching my cheek.
Leaves touch
Whispering secrets.
Closing my eyes,
I see you.
Wind…
Gentle…
Warm like my hand
Touching your hair.
Lips touch.
Whispering secrets.
Love Without Thunder
When did I know I loved you?
A flash of lightning?
Thunder?
Earthquake?
No. Or surely I would have remembered.
Not thunder or earthquake.
An awakening.
Dawn on a summer day.
An open window.
A breeze in the early morning.
When the air should be still
There was love.
Dream
I met her in a dream this morning.
We must have been college students.
She had dark hair, I think.
Working on some project or another,
I thanked her for helping me.
And she, leaning at my shoulder,
As I sat at table or desk,
Drew near and our lips touched.
Not a kiss, wet and passionate.
A touching.
Furtive.
Curious.
A moment of wondering.
My hand touched her arm.
Hesitant.
Tentative.
Then she was gone.
Awakening, I remembered life,
New and fragrant with possibility.
When friendship may have been love.
I wonder what she would think of me now,
after all these years.
Would she remember?
Silly old man.
I only met her this morning,
In a dream.
Until we meet
We agree to be alone.
You drift away
Carried by wind and wave-song
And I sit, still and silent
Unhurried and thought-filled.
We drink aloneness
Until it has emptied us
Until we find each other
Exhausted by solitude
Aching quietly for the touch of hands
And we are together … full.