And from hundreds
Of miles away
Your voice crackles
And echoes in
My ear a
Bad connection almost
Sinks our precious
Time until the
Real words come
Through clearly finally
I love you
And from hundreds
Of miles away
Your voice crackles
And echoes in
My ear a
Bad connection almost
Sinks our precious
Time until the
Real words come
Through clearly finally
I love you
The day starts
Slowly like an
Awakening cat all
Stretches and meows
The good news
Came early with
A phone call
Now happiness prevents
Sleep and it’s
Too early to
Shout my glee
From the rooftops
Low sun casts
Long shadows on
Fields of clover
It pops like
Buttery popcorn this
Sun turning the
Trees into freshly
Washed stalks of
Broccoli or large
Parissols staving off
The sun from
Delicate roots behind
Clouds now the
Bashful shadows shimmy
Up tree trunks
Leaving a dusty
Remnant quietly behind
Men are like
Pigeons on a
Wire all cooing
Me Im like
A morning dove
Flying into adventure
With my mate
Have you ever
Seen a lonely
Morning dove because
I have not
And one large
Black cloud stood
Still above me
And let loose
Saturating me with
Affection and interest
And as quickly
As it began
It ended my
Cloud moving on
Perhaps I should
Get an umbrella
If I’m going
To play again
In the rain