Waking Up

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

—Robert Frost

As of now
it’s getting late.
With the night
darkness does create
ebbed by all
looking to degenerate.

To sleep but a wink
is just a bit of imagery
while my eyes they blink
subtle hints of symmetry.

My mind it dreams
as it always has
widened awake
til left whereas
by my heart’s last ache.

It is in this pitch black beauty
I know I am blessed
but to see the sun
I must give it my best.
Then she came and I was left
stunned by her symphony.

Yet I see it still
stuck to the simplicity
with each lance of light
sifting through songs of sympathy
sung by a morning bright.

And those church bells they ring
singing me to sleep
while through my window
the light it slowly seeps
with an inspiration
spilled from a darkness deep—
lit by love’s jubilation.

So for those who wish to sing
they will always find a song
sung right here
in this wild little sing-a-long.

BeLove © 2019


Scenic Route

There’s a lot of optimism in changing scenery, in seeing what’s down the road.

Follow me this way

where just around the corner

waits a brand new day.

It’s love that litters a road

so gold that it forever glitters

upon the most humbled of abodes.

 

It is but a place

as infinite as space

where conversation lasts

in the silence along His path.

And time it rests with essence

while innocence glows fluorescent.

 

We then come to find it filled

with wholesome laughs

that burst with joy—

from the faith that spilled

upon our feet

and what awaits is but a story

written forever sweet.

 

Yet upon the map of midnight

it must be seen that hope

—will always shine

forever in our sight

and beneath these stars

we are filled with a vibrance

built by His creative balance.

 

And all He asks

is to love all so very true.

This is but the final task

to taste the fruits

grown from a tree—a tree called life

where it grows at the end

of this long and scenic route.

BeLove © 2018


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Those Three Words

We came. We saw. We loved.

There are three words

that need not any glue

they look nothing like blue

and neither do you.

 

These three words

can make a world go round

unless those that wish it flat

well they get turned upside down.

 

The three words

I’d like to speak of

shall sing like a morning dove

that flies from Heaven above.

 

Think of three words

that do not rhyme

lest it’s divine

then these words

they shall forever shine.

 

Feel these three words

that make you feel whole

while they warm up your soul

for the sound of sweet rock-n-roll.

 

Say the three words

that always ring true

and let them simmer within

while you put away that glue.

Now just allow them

to breathe all the way through.

 

So here are three words

I’ll put them upon this marquee.

So as I count to three

repeat after me…

 

Vini.

Vidi.

Amavi.

BeLove © 2018