Person place or thing
Sometimes proper often not
Being this being all
Is what love means
Person place or thing
Sometimes proper often not
Being this being all
Is what love means
There is now before
Before this before now
It hangs over me
Like heavy snow laden
Boughs surely to drop
As I walk beneath
All at once avalanche
Reminding me of then
Shaking it off I
Carry on slightly chilled
Pleasantly surprised by being
Able to remember you
Yet keeping you back
There and not here
I have been blessed
With the wisdom of
No where to go
And nothing to prove
No where to look
And nothing to have
No one to love
And nothing to leave
I can simply sit
Here enjoying the sunrise
And reveling the sunset
Knowing that things in-between
Have been absolutely perfect
One who you see
As peaceful and calm
Doesn’t mean that he
Has no demons it
Simply means that his
Demons no longer have
Him there’s a difference
Someone asked me to
Describe the perfect kiss
A wind chime hung
On the porch’s corner
Playing a soft Autumn
Breeze at the same
Time the curtains dance
And all that follows