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

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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

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

stay with me

stay with me –

these dreams are real.

a fucking heavy presents breathes a past that haunts

and scares away any promising future.

oh – there you are;

stay with me.

i felt your touch once before

perhaps while the midnight moon

came and sought the waves coming ashore.

 moonshine gulped up the plea;

didn’t you see?,

the sunrise engulfed any reason

and yet i am still left alone

to give you my all..

c. 2016 bgw

waiting in season

so you found me needing you.

can you complete me?

i seek you to fill this gap,

my heart pursues for such!

so you found me needing you.

i breathe deep

and my bed is still.

dreaming deep swirls in actuality.

 so you found me needing you.

can you complete me?

i seek you to fill my needing,

wanting;

waiting in our season.

c.2016   bgw

restored

complete.

complete becomes

when you are in my arms.

whole.

whole became

when you restored my broken heart.

i.

i am all yours,

and you are all i desire.

the rain falls

and taps our names on the window pane.

the wind wraps

as the leaves fall and kiss down her neck.

the sun danced with the moon,

all the while her eyes become the stars.

satisfy the sunrise

and touch me with your softly spoken good morning;

my finger tips speak;

softly drifting

atop her soft, tanned rose petal skin.

our deep kisses

linger in such amazement!

complete.

complete becomes

when you are in my arms,

living such a life

with you in it –

whole.

whole became

when you restored my broken heart.

c. 2016 bgw

beyond the stars that fall

good-night.

dreams carry hope;

and dreams can quickly fade away.

found desire carries a dream;

but yet, self-made desire compromises

and distorts itself in chance.

we packed up the baggage

and returned to a familiar past.

all the wrongs in the rights;

images slur in all its speech.

deep below in the sandy shores

find the memories that leached;

a loser that lost

can only begin fresh with every new day.

love came knocking

and woke up beyond the stars that fall.

midnight ocean silence crashing,

wake up from the sudden shock.

two a.m. daze –

good-night.

dreams carry hope;

and dreams can quickly fade away.

found desire carries a dream;

but yet, self-made desire compromises

and mirrors itself alien.

when a bed starts full

and ends up empty;

we packed up the baggage

and returned to a familiar past.

c.  2016  bgw

pills and alcohol

if.

if all the pills and alcohol

could wipe the slate clean;

then what would the night slumbered dream?

a provoked moon.

a late moon shines and watches the midnight shadows

dance within the footing trees below.

sought bare skin glows.

if all the pills and alcohol

could wipe the slate clean;

then whispers would waken the dream.

the Michigan snows jilted

and left the lakes in a scarcity.

the sun will set

and still burn off to the west of Pittsburgh.

if all the pills and alcohol

could wipe the slate clean;

then what would the night slumbered dream?

c. 2015  bgw

in the morning sands

 

……in the morning waves

the faces of soft sounding crashes roll ashore.

dawns first light in a sunrise grandeur.

the day births and peeks through a blanket of grey morning haze;

pinks and oranges blend; colour sky fusion!

give way for the blue sky day;

thrown away thoughts sail into the gulf; seagulls squawk.

a warming breeze wraps itself around my skin

under the midday’s sun

the sand, soft and white;

sits and rests under the shade of the palm.

through the morning waves,

the faces of soft sounding crashes roll ashore.

dawns first light sparkles in a sunrise splendor.

when the sunrise awoke,

the day is created

and peeks above the tranquil horizon…..

c. 2015 bgw