Your touch breathes life
imparting energy
gathered from the stars
shining in your eyes;
heat from the closest star,
our sun, through you,
warms my heart.
Too long apart
without your touch
my skin grows cold.
Breath tightens its hold.
Life has no meaning nor
great story to be told.
Missing you becomes a safe
where love is kept for dreaming.
I climb inside its darkened space
to calm my desperate yearning.
Filed under POETRY
Walking with the geese each day
affords a few moments to play.
Strolling along the nearby ponds,
thoughts open my mind as they may.
The gaggle has broken apart
as lovers seek their true heart.
Two-by-two they pair readily.
Even geese know courting requires privacy.
Across the pond they sail,
their wake leaving a lovers’ trail
on their way to domesticity.
Soon goslings will follow
where gander allows.
Later, though flight wings have grown
young geese are not on their own.
The gaggle regroups and once it has flown.
I shall walk the pond all alone.
Filed under POLITICS
annarino writes 