Poetry

know not what to say  
say to whom
what
I can feel
why
But do not know how to share this feeling
That is ours

warm, rich, tasty eyes
turn and twist
like retracted headlights
flying from their compartment
to protectively scan the horizon

safety in your sight
I wear your presence like armor   
to slay dragons
that now seem harmless
even pain is fun with you

know not what to say  
to say to you
what
I cannot understand
when we are not one

when shadows
dance
and the night blinds
dragons always win
when we are not one

This last year I almost died three times
Due to no fault of my own
To this southern bred
The morning cold now is welcome
There is song in my children’s smiles
And music in every breath  

A special point in time.  
A special quiet, unchallenged moment
We observe fireflies cutting the darkness like fighter planes in combat
then long periods of stillness
broken only by the rhythmic hum of insects
We passively watch the  streaking hints of dawn
that turn into responsive sunlight, warming us
Reminding us that goodness eventually comes again
And we slowly close our eyes
Smiling.