Have you woken up by a river?
One within the forbidden woods.
A tent, for two. Sleeping bags.
The stream, rushing over golden sand.
I could hear the trees breathing,
The psithurism, the birds.
I skipped a pebble, watched you do it too.
Fishing, when you preferred being a vegan.
Etching your name on the boulders,
Whilst the brontide masked the twilight.
The mist, one that made you vanish.
I missed the sun, but not as much as you do.
The peiskos while I poked the marshmallows.
The beverage on a cold evening,
One that ran down your spine.
Our mutual redamancy, one so sacred.
I crave for the day, when you return.
I crave for the day, when I build a tent for you.
A tent by the river, just for us two.
My sister, come back soon.
So, have you woken up by a river?
I know I haven't yet.
Categories:
brontide, absence, childhood, deep, emotions,
Form: Prose Poetry
Softly sweet Spring breezes blow on Sunday,
And I am lost in wonder thought – finches’,
Chickadees’ and robins’ music stitches
Through my dozing surprising Beatles’ play.
From out the West, great clouds grumble brontide
But so my soul chooses singing with birds
Gathering gloom may not enter my words
For you, my Love, center all thoughts beside.
McCartney sings despite the darkest night
His love will never die. Security
Like this holds dreams in perpetuity;
Dozing content, this portrait’s pretty sight.
One perfect ending, how I wish it would,
You kiss me, “Love, I came soon as I could.”
© 2017 David W. Palmer
Categories:
brontide, dream, i love you,
Form: Sonnet