Spanish Moss and Oak

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Bound in time immortal,
framed by bricks once placed with hands
whose duty was an honor,
whose will imbued these walls to stand.

To stand, that is, near sweet ones
as they rest in kind repose,
as stoic hallowed border,
by life entrusted, of time composed.

Time composed ‘neath Spanish moss
draped with love in live oak’s arms,
rests bathed in subtle shades of green
blushing in these southern charms.

Charms that whispered life from home,
life across a sea.
Charms that chance relayed an echo
held in life now free.

Held to time immortal,
where once this fading dream was spoke,
will to dust return eternal
‘neath this Spanish moss and oak.

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Midnight’s Cage

Summer’s rain collects beneath the edge of neon light,
gathered in a rusting pool reflecting sharp the languid night
where only lonely echoes blend last call with none at all,
beckon peace and solace from the last few drops of alcohol.

Cool the stagnant midnight air denies its musk of vapored breath,
sultry in its sticky dew attracts the lonely to a death
of dreams in steaming thunder burst, adrift in late night’s pleasure,
where sordid wisps of booze and flesh tarnish what the hope does treasure.

Beyond it all the pavement sings a wet and whining tune,
stroked by wheels of yellow cabs and puddles thick with summer’s moon
that lay the time to distance across the square through the town,
folds the lonely summer night into its haunts and sleeping gown.

Quiet rends the neon’s buzz to silence with a blink and fade,
leaving only yellow moon reflecting in the puddles made,
where summer’s rain collects in rusting pools at flirting’s stage,
lifting now the errant mask of midnight’s’ lonely cage.

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Good Summer

Softly drifts the summer’s hush
that dearly holds the moments still,
while willow leaves, in rhythm captured,
relent to memory’s greater will.

Bathed in scents of summer green,
as waning light gives way to dusk,
through garden’s verdant flush is twilled,
delivered sweet as warm day’s musk,

till here, in rest, retires…

Fresh cut summer grass,
ripened sweet tomato vine,
lavender in burgeoned bloom
adrift the dreams I call as mine.

Upon this season’s moment caught
I poll my histories’ waking,
recall these scents and breezes blushed
amidst the points of my own making…

Now sit…

Imbibe such sweet elixir,
grant my swim into the fold,
here moments passed form truth and treasure
to all the love and life I hold.

Good summer…

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Love’s Poetry

Time escapes the days long spent
when phrases languished eloquent
across the air and ether there,
drawn from favorite poems with care.

By your sweetest voice they moved,
the moment caught between us soothed
in sparkled eye and loving glance,
caressing longing hearts, entranced.

Through Shelley, Sidney, Thomas, Croft,
you set the poems of love aloft,
where “kind the moonbeams kissed the sea”,
and questioned, “if thou not kissed me?”

Long hours spent in narrow nooks
in search of treasures, ancient books,
to rise with voice and proudly read
each line to me as lover’s creed.

As time has moved between the gates
of then and now, as dear soul mates,
I count each quiet moment blessed
when still we read our love confessed
in classic lines of verse and prose,
through quivered voice and passion’s throes,
in every poem between us two,
in every moment’s rhyme with you,
my love for you, eternal.

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This Moment

In every waking moment’s splendor,
I find you by my side.
In depth of sleep with faith entrusted,
I feel your breathing, dreaming tide…

I know no world without you,
my past just distant echoed calls,
for all this life has blessed me with
seems only true, when toward you falls
my heart and soul in this sweet bliss…
true love, true friendship, true soul-mate’s kiss…

Everyday, it’s not enough
to touch your hand or kiss your brow,
whisper sweet “I love yous”,
express my heart, show you how
much you mean to me…

So, to help you understand
my depth of love for you,
please know the moment’s love before
creates an instant present, new,
built in treasures of love’s moments passed,
that with every waning instant,
yields a new love grasp…

Within such burgeoning power,
my heart and soul swell to love you more,
so it is with heart string flowers
I whisper softly and kneel before…
“My love, will you marry me
in this moment of sweetest bliss?”
“Be mine again, again, forever,
and forever hold this nuptial kiss.”

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By Candle Light

In quiet space, where light is kind,
hand in hand, may your love find
the years’ sweet color in echoed call…
that lights reflection on this starting gate,
when life was young and could not wait
to bathe in journey’s love and bliss…
though memories’ fabric yet to twill,
your hearts and souls as one life will
forge great the castings of your values, kissed
in truth and kindness, as dearest friends,
true soul mates, this love again
rolls waves of peace around you…
that those whose souls you touch with light,
will know your truth, and sense the quiet
respect that’s there between you…

As your story grows in verse,
may memories stitch sew one life’s purse
to hold and recollect the lines,
that time will honor to hands and face,
life’s souvenirs by God’s sweet grace,
and therein keep your love, less time…

By candle light at dusk’s edge stalling,
regardless of the season falling,
look deep into each other’s eyes,
feel your love and friendship kind,
reflect in echo’s calling…
know the truth of this love you hold,
be it soon, or with time grown old,
this love is yours, this moment’s bliss
is held eternal in true love’s kiss,
timeless and enduring…

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Wedding Poem

In union here, two hearts entwined,
steeped in richest colors shown,
two folds of love, one spirit known,
thus, the braid of life is thine.

Thy spirits and the counter-force,
so juxtaposed in holding fast,
form in circling, reaching dance,
do center love to grow, so cast
a running wake, eternal braid,
till age extends your youth,
and so you’ll live this loving truth
with histories’ smiles behind you laid.

Like sparkling waves, where diamonds cast
of starshine, or moonbeam on a summer’s eve,
your hearts, in bliss, herein conceive
a lifetime’s journey, a sacred past,
that future nights, through eon’s flux,
will so inspire a single star
to shine in kindling, loving fire,
there show your spirits’ love at dusk.

Through this union reached,
this dance of love, your own,
as hearts of two on summer’s beach,
today, this union’s future shown,
your loving light, eternal…

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