Poem for her 364

Dear Readers,



There was a


The voice you were sub vocaling with was
The voice of the thoughts unspoken yet known
The sighs of the wisps of the static line noise
The ideas streaming fast but transmuted
Time lines moon phase shifting sands and drifting minds
Hard to see things non vocaling away in the lime light
Stage lights harsh the players at their marks
Roar of the fans and the crowds to be
The pain of place the dread of the day
The pain of addictions not met the skin not touched
The awareness of need hunger not fed skin craving
The night to long for one
To long and disrupted for the other
The rages of non-togetherness
Needs to say and hands to hold then bold for me
Lines of code in the ether air gossip sings
The sounds of a Metallica song and the crowd roar
Oh would someone just turn that dripping TV off already
The days to long by far but the calm call
The downloaded thoughts and the soft moves
The night rushing pillow hugs and hands in the
The night longer still drifts on two boats at anchor
But one in storm tides wake and one on shoal sleep
The two boats at sea and then meet again at dawn
The voices or crackle radio and the plan to sail
They move over a forested floor and the cabin pine
The trees bloom with color and bare
The barefoot plodding at morning eggs to slice
The coffee smells the wine of last night's soup cool
The dreams slip in and out not yet dawn
Then the door bell rings and
The smiles shine a new year is here soon
Only a few days away
Party we will be making
Kissing soon

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.