hollow coves

hollow coves,

loving;

loveless waters.

seek! ;

and be sought.

follow dreams

and leave such behind!

hollow coves,

sail on mirrored waves;

quietly i whisper in a forbidden forest i seek.

hollow coves.

canoe.

i paddle, cutting the silent waters

slicing through the cold fog;

damp and heavy.

where day is headed,

into a deep and dark navy;

the moon faces one in many.

and there do i; can i

wrap its welcome around you.

hollow coves.

 

c. 2017  bgw

 

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canvas

i have seen you

in charcoal pencil

and pastel oils

upon canvas i have dreamt;

eyes of shimmering light

hair of softening silk

i have painted you;

in dreams i have seen

choral thoughts

melodic song

poetic pain

in dreams i have seen;

i have seen you

in charcoal pencil

and pastel oils

upon canvas i have dreamt;

eyes of shimmering light

hair of softening silk

i have painted you;

in dreams i have seen

i have painted you

 

c 2017  bgw

 

when winter lives in summer

the fireplace crackles

while the snow lightly fell outside the window;

each flake gently settling on the ground,

oh, when winter lives in summer!

what can i say about you?

nothing that i haven’t already said before, but can never say it enough.

the sparkling coloured eyes that looks into my eyes,

always whispering a thousand unspoken words!

a gentle tapping rain hitting the skylight,

quickly fills in the silence of the interrupted sleep.

the reflection of the beating of each others hearts,

exposed the nervousness within.

the candlelight flickers as it shows the smile, the grin;

exposing the beauty that is you.

you are so beautiful.

you are the desire that fills my emotion;

the way she whispers her words, the soft touch of  her hands,

caressing the mind and body.

this  passion filling our voids, needs and desires.

here within my hands,

it is you that i am holding close!

tonight,  here we are.

in some founded deep desire,

the passion

acts on the feelings within;

here i am!

your soft skin, your gentle kiss.

the warmth, the honesty.

here we are like some puzzle piece,

her hand fitting perfect in mine;

a gentle squeeze,  and i feel safe.

her face angelic,  and I’m lost within her eyes again.

endless thoughts and unbounded emotions cover my mind like a thick fog rolling into a cityscape;

she seeped through the cracks of  voidance,

everything i kept to myself,

everything i kept private

and everything behind everything in my life,  she knew all about it.

i wasn’t supposed to let that happen!

and yet she found a way in.

every physical moment apart,  she’s there,  knocking at the thought,

and every moment together is just never long enough!

the passion rises

as the sun sets below the sailing schooner’s deck.

the clink of a wine glass toast;

a dinner for two.

a drop of wax drips down the side of the candle,

flickering flame.

romance is endless like the sea.

her hair flows in the sailing breeze.

her face of electrifying beauty,

draws the desire deeper within my soul.

lost in the stars twilight,

the moonlight shimmer’s across the water’s surface.

she is my island,  my paradise.

she turns a cluster of words that scatter inside my head,

into a  poetic prose that is her; perfectly stated,

but never coming close to her breathtaking beauty.

so, what can i say about her?

nothing that i haven’t already said before but  i can never say it enough.

she makes me feel free.

she is the music to my words,  and i need her.

the fireplace crackles

while the snow lightly fell outside the window;

each flake gently settling on the ground,

oh, when winter lives in summer!

c. 2017  BGW

recovery

when i saw her tear drop fall,

i swore it was like a wreaking ball to my heart.

we met with all the best intentions

and yet ended with static interruptions.

i felt my throat choked up

as the pain sunk well within a beating chest.

the life of our love

was overshadowed by a distant looming break up,

coloured of busted up blue and shone in crumbled mountainous hiccups –

the sunrise fades way from us.

soon as the pain that was swallowed by the stars

the moon threw itself over the sky

and made my hearts gravity heavy.

//

in my own recovery

what is right

and what is wrong?

and when i wake,

what will i see?,

will tomorrow be free?

what will my first thought be?

damned!,  be the rain that was sent

in the autumn leafs falling;

the whiskey shot comatose breakfast

covers like the first snow

and empties the memories in found shelter

in a heart it dwells where i woke

in my own recovery

//

when i saw her tear drop fall

i swore it was like a wreaking ball to my heart.

we met with all the best intentions

and yet ended with static interruptions

i felt my throat choked up

as the pain sunk well within my chest.

the life of the love

was overshadowed by a distant looming break up,

coloured of busted up blue and shone in crumbled mountainous hiccups –

the sunrise fades way from us

c. 2016 bgw

morning coffee

there aren’t enough hours in the morning

to let me back in;

dream machine.

glowing numbers tick and bells scream

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the emerging daze from my eyes.

an unnoticed sunrise morning

lost in tail lights; break lights

traffic jam fights

lost in rainfall, drowning us all!

there aren’t enough hours in the morning

to let me back in;

dream machine.

glowing numbers tick and bells scream

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the emerging daze from my eyes.

setting a kiss on her forehead, i go start the day.

the rain kissed the pavement

as the puddles splashed my discovering routine clean.

white knuckled grip

paused by the red light coffee sip;

heavy sleepy eyes loom

in sake for the business groove.

there aren’t enough hours in the morning

to let me back in;

dream machine.

glowing numbers tick and bells scream

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the looming daze from my eyes.

setting a kiss on her forehead, i go start the day.

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the emerging daze from my eyes.

c.2016 bgw

reprise

her smile

read my soul

and left me speechless;

tongue-tied.

yet, i didn’t know

that at the time

that in her eyes i found

held my universe.

but now i know

that she is everything

that was lacking in my world;

desired.

collecting kisses

where an American sunset

meets a Canadian sunrise;

good morning.

she is more breathtaking

than the Alberta landscapes;

always stunning,

leaving me speechless;

tongue-tied.

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