Poem for her 712

Dear Readers,


43 mins and 43 seconds

North Latitude gets us where?
No clue says the map
Then the birds walk onto the porch
The swing giggles
The birds chirp
The wind blows
The phone is quiet
The day is still
Sunshine smiles at me
I smile back
Then take her hand
Move to the beat of the drums
The ones the stereo plays
If it were turned on
The sky is full of clouds
There is the clock on the wall
No ticking it makes
Though the hands move
Just no whirring sounds or click ticks
There isn't even a light on it
Just the knowledge
Time moves
The Phone call lasted
43 mins and 43 seconds that day
When she and I were apart by miles
Miles of smiles when the touch of hands
Makes the time away end
The days flow to light dark cycles
Not a time keeping minutes
There the birds nibble seeds
The swing laughs seeing us dance
The fire sparkles in the dusk
The fire between us heats the rooms
Sunshine on my shoulder as she sleeps
The dusk dark the sky lite with stars
Nothing like being fed by her being
Food thought of as meals
Yet hungry only for her rays of sunshine
Need the calories to run need you babe more
Slides my lips to finger tips
Belly button is drifting close
Slowly the day extends the night breezes
Slide over here your breath so slow

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.