I ache for your sleepy voice
Tangled in dreams,
The scent of breakfast wafting in,
Eyes fluttering in half-surprise.
I long for the touch of your lips
Pulling me back to warmth,
The scent of cinnamon
Tickling our noses.
I crave that look on your face,
Joyous contentment,
Soft and real,
Beyond anything I could have imagined.
Entropy embraces us
Her kiss divides our atoms
Embracing chaos
I traced her lips
Trying to find the source
Of words never fond of fruition.
“Empty as a banker’s heart”,
Yet unfortunately without fortune
To soften the blow.
I tallied my losses in red,
A fitting color for investing love,
Failed prospects bleeding through.
The pages seem endless,
Just like the days were meant to be.
I had lost more than a wager;
I had lost a friend.
Silence drives nails into our coffin;
Friendship buried decades too soon–
A gravestone with too few words.
I called out his name,
His eyes vacant and confused–
My comrade, Bucky.
A flick of her wand
And now everything’s aglow,
Illuminated.
In her room’s center
A patriot’s shield lies, lost
Fallen from battle.
She finds life on shelves,
Love preserved between pages,
Music stored in ink.
She appears captive
In paper castles so grand,
But there she is free.
“Save me”, cried the man–
A weak plea from the debris
Reached the angels’ ears.
Moonlit Poetry 