Some of us
Have locked the
Door thrown the
Deadbolt closed the
Curtains and cower
In the corner
Refusing to love
Calloused hearts we
Keep slightly beating
Love emerges when
Tried stay hidden
With only yourself
To love is
Like cutting a
Vine at the
Root instead shape
Prune and teach
Your heart to
Blossom for the
Loving of others
Will always bear
The juiciest fruit
The early morning
Sun dabs the
House across the
Street yellow like
I did when
Mustard covered your
Chin spreading sunshine
Like dandelions held
Under your chin
A cardinal roosts
Proudly in tall
Pines looking like
Christmas calling to
His mate come
Here and kiss
Me there’s beauty
Here as crickets
Sing their last
Opus before the
Intermission of daybreak
He is a
Hunter capturing a
Blink of an
Eye in a
Frame frozen there
He snares expression
In a lens
Freezes it and
Creates wonder he
Places his subject
In a world
Untimely keeps them
Locked as he
Sees them beautifully
He is a
Time Lord collecting
All things gorgeous
I don’t want
Another after you
I’m tired of
Dancing my feet
Hurt my throat
Is dry and
My heart heavy
Let me sit
And remember but
No one ask
Me to dance
Like the fog
That rolled in
From the sea
You hid the
The things that
I normally see
Creating a world
Of touch rather
Than sight searching
I found you
Explored you knew
You but today
The sun has
Burned off the
Fog and I
See that you
Are no different
From the others
That I knew
