you are (more than these words)

sometimes curly, sometimes straight.

light to dark and dark to light.

her hair changes upon season and mood.

eyes shine, glimmer like diamonds.

she’s a springtime song, thawing out the winter’s chill.

her face, smooth and delicate.

her silence says a thousand words; her tone soft and angelic.

her presence, like soft falling snow, graceful and quiet.

the elegance, the beauty, outshines the sun on any given day.

when her smiles make an appearance,

my heart becomes weak, and falls again.

her skin, creamy; glowing.

her heart, caring and giving.

a dedicated humanitarian, her modesty might say otherwise.

a seeker of truth, dwelling within the words.

a wonderful mother, a juggling between life’s acts and little wonders.

a wife that only a man can dream of.

wishful thinking to my reality.

she is a symphony in life.

a rock upon which i can lean on.

a friend no one can be, the best.

you are.

you are more than these words,

more than what my painting can say.

you are the essence of my desire.

oh, my love!, my heart longs when you are away!,

and when you are within these arms, i beg for forever!

c.2013, 2017 BGW

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where we start all over again (could it be)

the fire burns

in a fireplace glow.

words echo

in endless engravings.

a heart that beats deep

seeks more for within yours;

i set out to discover!

in the doorway

i found her in you

and you in her!

reflections of a diamond afternoon

reflects in my memory.

can i start all over again?

a past full of thorns

swallowing it all whole

can we start it all over again?

Christmas Eve danced

and New Years bargained

can we start all over again?

the fire burns

in a fireplace glow.

words echo

in endless engravings.

a heart that beats deep

seeks more for within yours

 

 

c.  2016  bgw

where the memory stings somewhere between you and me

between the thin glass,

candlelight flickers

and monstrous dreams seep between red wine sips.

reminiscing through kept images of a popped up memory,

songs dance with a deep emotion in the present.

the warmth of the Christmas dressed fireplace,

the crackling fire spews and pops sparks;

a memory walked into the neighborhood

and found a cul-de-sac roundabout of a snow covered past.

memories drove around

and made tracks in the snow.

my eyes trace the falling flakes

from the softly gently frosting window viewed.

the Canadian highway ran through my mind

as the heartland’s frost falls heavy on the silo’s hibernation.

guilt and honesty

never knew each other well

but i found myself between the two.

honesty drank until the guilt awoke;

guilt was blind when honesty never showed.

:kisses rose in the sunlight:

and haunted my soul under a polarized moon.

 ice crystals fall

and drips itself over the icicles hanging a distant memory.

somewhere between you and me

self-inflicted pain

took off in an unmanned plane;

somewhere between you and me.

between the thin glass,

candlelight flickers

and monstrous illusions seep between red wine sips.

reminiscing through kept images of a popped up memories

somewhere between you and me

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

midnight from the upstairs window

from the upstairs window,

she watched the snow slowly falling

softly to the ground below.

 her eyes gazed;

hypnotized by the dancing of each flake.

from the midnight glass,  she awoke.

her radiance lit up the silence of a darkened room.

somewhere on the Eagle Bay shores,

she still was soaking in the sun

on the warming white sands.

but through the upstairs frosted window,

the streetlamp’s glow

    peeked through her dreaming eyes.

and from the upstairs window,

she watched the snow slowly falling

softly to the ground below.

c. 2016  bgw

a minor berceuse

climb up to the mountain top

and dance with the clouds below;

the tree seeks

and sees its leaves.

american thought;

know what was wrought.

one sees a whole

found in a minority;

a stalking of the majority.

oh, climb on up to the mountain top

and dance with the clouds below;

and see the leaves

from the tree that believes.

c.2016  bgw

when i find what’s next

the snow starts to fall

and the world sits in a quiet gesture.

move to the shore,

because inland was such a bore.

soundless motion;

seagulls without an ocean.

i dig in the sands

seeking for the words that are such;

blisters on my hands.

dinner table chatting

wine glass cheers clinking,

did i know you this long?

or did i fall in love before

the first hello ever blew onto shore?

and yet, the snow starts to fall

and the world sits in a quiet gesture.

move to the shore,

because finding the inland was such a bore.

 

 

 

c. 2015  bgw

blackened

two bullets and a glass of  red wine;

damp bricked boulevards

fill with pools of seeping blood.

the lamplight’s warm white glow dims

as the world’s blue sky turns to a midnight darkness,

and in these, are the few in cloaked blackened clothing,

worn by their blackened souls;

ideas act like shadows, intentions are illusional;

until we catch the sun and burn our hands,

and in these, are the many;

spoon fed the ignorance,

took a shot of courage,

and became drunk with power.

smooth marbled whitened eyes now lie in blackened decay.

ideas act like shadows, intentions are illusional;

until we catch the sun and burn our hands.

 

c. 2015  bgw

 

words

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words sometimes assemble,

but at times collect dust.

words sit under the shade of the willow,

and eventually, we sometimes let them fade.

words echo,

yet words shout without making a sound.

words are what we see and what we speak.

turn back, and what do you seek?;

do you find words illustrating love and loss?

or do you find words interpreting hate and favour?

words motivate,

and words can punish.

words drip, bleed, cry and damage.

words can heal and acquaint –

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words shine and words darken.

words distract and daze

sought in every number

and every sound,

in itself, hides among in a word.

in every book,  on every page and every verse,

inside the words, inside the lines that they complete;

have you caught my handwriting describing you?

words are sometimes exquisite,  and words are sometimes ugly;

words that describe you are beautiful,

words that are you radiate and becomes my nightlight.

all within a conceiving daydream,

gives birth to a night time chapter.

holding, becoming, comforting!!

these words nestle in your soul;

all found dawning from your lips.

words give feel and depth –

yet giving an open ended emptiness.

view within these lines,

all that ties, and all that binds, also blinds!

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words can sometimes drive by

and always say what the silence delivers.

words doubt and words calm.

sitting in a cluster;

we find all words gather.

words sometimes assemble,

but collect dust.

words sit under the shade of the willow,

and eventually, we sometimes let them fade.

 

 

 

 

c. 2015 bgw

in the washing rains

lightning sparks,

shining the reflection in the window mirrored.

a loud thunder clasp snaps soon after.

startling the sparrow, he flies through the rains falling.

there, it takes shelter under the leaves above;

watch as the old man walks under the dangling branches,

through the puddle ridden sidewalks.

past the neighbors window,

he walks by and their dog barks.

the rains come pouring down,

and washes away all the dirt;

storms move in and welcome the floods with a fresh scent –

through the mist of fallen drops;  swells the drying riverbeds.

in the washing rains

poor lady luna holding a sign

standing between the center line –

looking for someone to wipe away the pain

filling her empty veins

all awhile her newborn son lights up

and then cries out of hunger –

crying out of hunger;

lightning sparks,

shining the reflection in the window mirrored.

a loud thunder clasp snaps soon after.

startling the sparrow, he flies through the rains falling.

there, it takes shelter under the leaves above;

watch as the old man walks under the dangling branches,

through the puddle ridden sidewalks,

past the neighbors windows,

he walks by and their dog barks.

the rains come pouring down,

and washes away all the dirt;

storms move in and welcome the floods with a fresh scent –

through the mist of fallen drops;  swells the drying riverbeds.

 

 

c. 2015 bgw