photograph

smiling picture

looking back at me;

in my head laughing

and reminding me of what i have not.

photograph;

both gentle and unkind.

smiling pictures

laughing back at me.

c.2016  bgw

wordless

who was that

who woke up in a heavy fog?

or who was that

who let the sun drop out of the sky?

there’s a hole in my head

where emotions always come rushing out.

dreams laugh

and have a glass of wine;

a silent whisper called

and there i saw her;

inhaling all my emotion.

thistle branches reached on out

and scratched the sight;

ripping the seam

of a soul.

waking only finds a handful of thorns –

to once to a king sitting high upon a throne.

then to a certain surprise

the rain came down

and caught my tears on fire;

torching my soul to ash.

a fallen sunset baptizes the works,

and repents under the falling stars.

along side, i wake along side the promise

of new sunrise perks.

who was that

who woke up in a heavy fog?

or who was that

who let the sun drop out of the sky?

there’s a hole in my head

where emotions always came rushing out

and where dreams made them real.

c.  2016 bgw

slowly closer

i fell for her

and i kept on falling.

the loud dinner scene

drifted into a surrounding whisper hush.

her eyes told a story;

she read my soul.

afterwards

we walked the along the shore;

 when the moonlight kissed the sunlight goodnight

the waves crash softly upon the sands

and blankets our footsteps.

our hands gently held tightly.

under the sky that held the universe,

under all the stars that shine and fall;

i stopped to look at her breathtaking elegance.

the moonshine sparkled deep into her eyes.

my fingers softly dance up her arm

 to where my hand softly holds her face.

slowly closer

our quivering lips kiss

and i can feel her heartbeat.

caution set sail long ago

and now met up with the lighthouse’s lure.

i fell for her

and i kept on falling.

the loud dinner scene

drifted into a surrounding whisper hush.

 as i told her a story

her eyes read my soul

and found my heart.

c. 2016 bgw

textures

woke up this morning

with kisses from the sunrise

in my eyes.

the birds outside the window

sat on the branches

with their song

as the morning coffee brewed.

you were the last thought dancing

as i fell asleep –

and as i awoke

a whole days promise was speaking.

looking for tomorrow;

my awakening flows into

the textures

between reality and you.

daylight savours

all the sliding hours.

passing minutes pile up

to a setting sun rising again.

woke up this morning

with dreams swirling with the stars.

found; are you in my morning?

you are everything that composes the day.

minutes wrap themselves

within the thought of you.

c.  2016  bgw

9 a.m.

9 a.m.

as the church bells chimed

Sunday didn’t find any rhyme.

found in yesterday’s thought

was an image i bought.

but now – here,

still found was the day remains.

through the Smoky fog smiling;

i still carry on.

the rainy mist sticks

as your memory passed by.

as hard it may be

letting everything i knew go

my hands slowly slip on the grip;

i may have inhaled you by mistake.

too many clues,

so many ways to lose.

winning cannot happen all the time

as i have learned.

10a.m.

as the church bells chimed

Sunday didn’t find any rhyme.

found in yesterday’s thought

was an image i bought.

and now – here,

the sun was found

broken

in a thousand or more pieces.

toes covered in the sand

cannot avoid the burn

as the pages continue to turn;

torn.

c.  2016  bgw