Another day with nothing to write about,
As usual my thoughts return to you.
Particularly when you and I crouched
Among the train of ducklings passing through.
I can't describe the exhilaration
When they huddle around your legs and mine,
Mobbing us with zero hesitation,
Cheekily playing with your shoelace twine.
I adore the gentle way you observe
These sacred offspring in their merriment;
The awe and affection duly deserved
For those precious puffs of life Heaven sent.
The love they show us makes my spirit soar,
And your love of them makes me love you more.
Month: June 2024
Just when you’re about to lay down to sleep
Just when you're about to lay down to sleep,
The world sounds a waking cacophony
Of morning business and monotony
Deep in the weeds of fatigue where you reap
What bitter rancors of exhaustion seep
Into the bedroom penal colony:
Two states that join in sick synonymy;
With rest bested, lonesome misery creeps.
Take heart and hold that pillow like it's me;
Know that my return with the evening comes.
Hold on and listen to the rain which drums
Softly on the roof, like the fingers we
Shall drum along each other's sides, this vow
Of eternal love in eternal now.
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