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One time, long ago,
when I was much younger,
I fell in love.
There was no euphoria,
no bells ringing
or any of the other,
literal takings,
but simply, a warm
feeling of trust and comfort.

Growing older, trust and
jealousy became mixed,
while comfort became
a habit, as
taking someone for granted.

This realization. was long
in coming, for I was blind
and unwilling to reason.
I have changed for the
better, now.

The water swirls and gushes
Over rock and stone.
I stand on the bank
But I'm not alone.
There are trees of Pine
And some Bramble bush,
While the water moves
Quickly, with melodic rush.
I stand there, fly rod in hand
Making cast after cast,
Seeing where the fly will land
In the right spot,
The back of the eddy.
With fingers touching the line,
I await and am ready,
For the tap, from a fish,
That wants this fine morsel.
If it bites, I'll have my wish
And soon be on my way,
With a most delectable fish.

May I borrow your name
for just a moment?
I'll give it back,
with only the corners
slightly bent
from too much usage.
I love your name
and the way
it seems to fit
into my vocabulary.

Word after word
drops from my head.
It's ten minutes to four,
go back to bed.
Get you some sleep,
fall asleep soon
or you will still be
sound asleep at noon.

The warmth of love
comes from the soul,
gushing forth, through
words, soft spoken,
spraying outward
through peoples eyes.
Loves sweet presence
goes unheard,
goes unseen,
without a sound,
if people, the living,
are indifferent.

I press my hand to your cheek
And feel wet, softness.
Why do you weep?
I will kiss the sadness from your eyes
And make you happy.
Let your thoughts wander;
Think of fields of flowers,
Shining in the Sun
And of waves in motion,
Slapping on the sand,
While cool breezes,
Blow upon your face.