What I don’t
Want is the
Humid summer night
Breeze delicately wafting
Through opened curtains
Bathing me in
Late night chills
What I do
Want is fall
Leaves giving way
To November winds
And taking my
Autumn colors on
Wings to far
Off places setting
Me delicately on
Comforters of green
Where I can
Then take root
Grow and canopy
You many summers
Again speaking to
God He reminded
Me that those
That torment others
Are the ones
In bondage not
Those in chains
For those chained
Have free hearts
But those inflicting
Pain are indeed
Those most suffering
For cold hearts
Are those likely
To be broken
I do enjoy
Beauty is there
Nothing more beautiful
Than a field
Of wild flowers
Fresh and plump
Fully sunned and
Damp with dew
Except perhaps for
That dried bouquet
Kept for years
Simply because with
It comes my
Memories of you
And it’s you
That is my
Most beautiful thing
Life is absolutely
Too short and
Too precious than
To be anything
Less than that
With it honestly
What in the
World are we
Waiting for for
Someone anyone to
Tell us that
It’s okay really
What about us
Looking at each
Other and deciding
Now is Now
As God is
My witness we
Will never be
Apart ever again
The pain of
Being without you
Is simply parching
I droop and
Whither without you
Do you understand
Do you boo
