Like the first
Pages of a
Novel I struggled
With interest but
Now chapters in
I simply can’t
Put you down
I’m saturated like
A freshly watered
Lawn steeped in
Your moisture growing
Sprouting like a
Field of wildflowers
One day or
Flower prettier than
The next soon
I will finish
Reading this book
That you are
Ready to write
The sequel this
Time with you
I remember the
First time that
Your silence first
Appeared like moon
Light slivering through
Blinds it was
Conjured as your
Head lay upon
My shoulder you
In slumber as
You slept I
Could see the
Angels dancing kissing
Your forehead with
Pleasant dreams then
Knowing that even
When quiet you
Were protected by
Spirits and I
Was your pillow
And my world
Grows silent like
Dusk over the
Ocean a lapping
Tide my only
Reminder of the
Surf which once
Pounded my beach
Laying in calm
I now listen
To nothing wondering
What sounds you
Hear swords striking
Armor neighs and
Winnies of charging
Horses as you
Battle the demons
Of your day
Come back to
Me weary and
Worn and I
Will caress your
Wounds with salve
Readying you for
Your next tomorrow
I dreamt of
Lovers past and
Present they brought
Me joy like
That first snowfall
In late November
Full of wonderment
And awe like
That first tickling
Ahh upon dipping
Toes in a
Cool Wisconsin lake
And warmth like
That cabin fire
In Vermont after
An afternoon of
Sledding I awoke
Nestled beneath comforters
Knowing that I
Was loved and
In turn loved
It’s true that
We go together
Like grilled cheese
And tomato soup
Find comfort together
Like puppies sleeping
Fit together like
Letter and envelope
As different as
Winter and summer
Yet revolve around
Each other like
Sun and moon
Sharing the sky
Shining when the
Other is asleep
Subtle as winks
Grand as laughter
