Touch

It’s just strange 
this so many
people from my
past reaching out
to me again
retelling and reminding
me of just
how much I
meant to them
how such kindness
hasn’t been seen
so it’s remembered
we never know
how many hearts
we ever touch

…babe

Life it seems 
has forgotten us
in the dark
dreams yet had
we lay here
waiting and waiting
and then something
says to someone
good night babe
and then life
once again returns

MeTree

He named 
a tree
after me
one of
several soon
to stand
quietly guard
in gardens
now I
know where
my roots
will be

Lover

Words of affection 
whispered in dark
breathing and sighs
heard as sleeping
a body warm
moves and moors
like a canoe
and the candles
one by one
like the clouds
quietly go out

NightLights

I truly do 
enjoy looking at
the twinkling lights
of some far
off place from
my bedroom window
some other place
way out there
it brings joy
me knowing this
that there are
others at night
there who just
might be looking
back at me