Like dew clinging to the morning flower,

thoughts of you hold onto my soul.

You are etched into nighttimes’ sleepy hour

and never leave as sunlight starts to unfold.

Your smile is magic and performs dreams

in theaters of my mind.

I watch quietly as love performs schemes

in untold volumes in ways unkind.

This is not how love should be even though it is

so cold and uncaring trick after trick.

We don’t seem to care the time we miss

as we go through life so lovelorn sick.

Days go by like shadows on the water

lapping against the shore wave after wave.

Washing love away farther and farther

into oblivion where it can’t be saved.

What can be done to capture her love

even though twilight years might be closing in?

The answer is hidden deep inside the abyss

of heart felt longing where youth might have been.

What can ever become of us when chasing

the allusive dream so close at heart?

Like pink cheeked little ones with smiling face

not even knowing where to start.

Where or what part of nature makes us so

selfish with love and lost in our mood?

Love can take root anywhere it wants to grow

and is sometimes harvested as lustful food.

I have eaten from that table and tasted them all

little by little they are absorbed by the light.

Some react to love like its not there; they ignore love’s call,

they cry in pain and sleep in their tears night after night.

I can’t pretend to seek what is already there,

in a heart so warm, tender and fair.

Love is not quiet as it is now; it is a noisy emotion

for if it is true love, hearts can never be broken.