Poezja

Be Mine

Standing here alone upon the shores of time.
A wishing star heard:"Will she really be mine?"
The moon wears a grey mask of clouds today.
Yet moving waves of love effortlessly my way.

The air can be a little thin floating up in the clouds.
Good to see that the old silver lining is still around.
Love from the past ran fast like sand thru the fingers.
Her scent from last night’s embraced even still lingers.

That healing hug sent sensations thru out the heart.
A simple gift from heaven that the stars can’t chart.
Timely and so surreal was that twinkling we shared.
It’s one chance in a lifetime to build with such care.

So I assemble all the sands of time.
To erect a statue of true love divine.
The sublime beauty of that balmy night.
Reveals an image with wondrous delight.

With the next rising of another morning's sun rays cast.
Washes away the shadows from the regrets of the past.
A tidal wave of love for her is now burning at the stake.
I’ve been swept away by one that ended the heart ache.

Valentine