Poem for her 324

Dear Readers,


More than the mere Words

Sighs at the edges of sleep
The feeling of her skin
In the air about me her laughter
Used to say a slice of heaven
She is the whole bakery
Slides next to her and purrs
Sits on the park bench and hands her birdseed
Thinks of something to say and just gaze at her
The thoughts we share words unspoken sing
The cape with a big heart on it
The pictures of moss we take
With her hands in them
Soft pillow there with her leg on it
My hand on pillow and her leg
The Sweet Nothings all singing to us
The Invisible Elephants jumping for joy
As they themselves seem never to sleep
But the two of us
Her and I arranged on Pillow
Softly awake but also
Softly asleep
Drifting within the same dream
Holding Jesus' hands
And talking about
Dust motes
And turbo charging moss clumps


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.