I’m independent—
I’m not
Watching the snow
In sunlight
Sparkle
Like diamond dust
Is only possible
Because I know
I can share it
With you
If you were gone
I wouldn’t see
The blue-lined yard
The flutter of snow
From a neighbor’s tree
Or the up-flight of mourning doves
Into the cumulus sky
Do you know why?
It’s because I have two lives—
One that began
When I was born
And the other
That commenced
The moment I met you
You are the reason
Why my life forked—
You are the author
Of this divigation.
I knew nothing
Of beauty before
You are my guide
Though this colored world—
Your dressing table
Strung with beads
Scattered brushes and combs
Is my altar,
And your perfume
My incense.
Why must I go
Everywhere with you?
It’s not that I mistrust you,
But merely want to linger
In your presence
Dwell in the precincts
Of your love,
Hear your voice
Speaking my name...
Making everything
Beautiful again.
That is absolutely beautiful, John.
We are in Colorado for a wedding so this is all the more vivid to me at the moment.
I'm glad, lydon - weddings are always happy occasions and remind us of the power of promises made :)
Those rhymes just come out of nowhere and it makes the poem so satisfyingly cohesive. Great work.
thank you, @shinday, for your thoughtful comment
Very beautiful, John. Your poems always make me remember life with my husband, the light of my life.
thanks, Ceci - I'm glad :)
Wow... What a romantic piece!
This is graphic and will definitely make a heart to flutter if rendered orally.
Great piece @johnjgeddes
I appreciate that, @baboyed1000
These words are beautiful 👍
Thank you for sharing 😃
thanks, @geneeverett
This Post very beautiful... thanks for sharing this post... carry on my friend...
thank you
most welcome
I don't about other things, but you definitely made my morning beautiful.
why, thank you, @rituraj!
The poem, made me remember about my love :) she died last year.
Good post
thanks
Such tender sincerity coupled with the imagery of perfect moments... beautiful, indeed. :)
Beautiful poetry We can share our thoughts through poetry.