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Dreams.

  In my dreams I see you clearly no film of tears before my eyes clear as a picture through a lens before the dying light arrives.   I ascend fast the steps of weary sleep climbing to reach your call but alas my efforts are futile, for you are nowhere, not here at...

I Missed You.

“Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through, to guess about what is seen during a moment” Carl Sandburg I Missed You. I missed you, when the heated rhythm of Salsa that feels so like chillies when they touch your tongue...

In Christmas Lights.

    Sharp and crisp as snowy nights crystal clear in prism lights, gentle orbs that sparkle bright shining are your eyes tonight.   Reflected jewels of liquid amber like dripping rich fondant creams, chocolate in the deepest hue, I bow my head to look at you.   Eyes...

“Rippling Shadows”

  I found your words resting on a page written in that slim stylish hand, the book, a gift I think? Not significant to utter or to make worthy of print I studied them closely… I loved you as the sun glints its rippling shadows as they spill across my bedroom...