Monday, July 2, 2012


In the new Sloansville…

Outside the window
Your voice talks to me
Like serenading angel

My heart throbs
And blood flows
For the love of you

Blind of my love
That speech
Boundless art
As ballads of my heart
And sonnet of my soul
At that instance

You raise your right hand
And the moisture rapidly forms
On the beer can
While you tell me
Of how you bask
In the effervescence
Of my presence
In every minute of your life
And so I am to you

I watch your allure
And how the grandeur
Strings of time spellbind me

Seems like only yesterday
We were dreaming of this
Now at this hour
Now it is ours
Now here we are
For real
Forever.