ellipses

missing too much or just enough
these times alone are far to rough
I've lived well and laughed hard
to help me through this time apart
I need inspiration in times down low
still 50 days until I can go
...
a brief pause
with no loss
smiles on screens
are sweet and serene
with digital kisses and winks
not enough, but will suffice
for now
it is into a further future I must gaze
this life just got twist turned upside down
all for better days
ones with more grins and less frowns
...
repetitive, repeating, redundant
over and over the same thoughts flow
which doesn't offer much space for this feeling to grow
found a place of comfort for now which will do
until I am home, a place which has you
rhyming or not, no stanza stays true
one time or two, four times or more
I hold no sequence, just frequent mistakes
in typing are few, but prose offers many
...
let the good times roll

Your Name Goes Here

And dreamers we shall be,
for that is what dreamers do,
they dream up a new reality,
bring into existence,
what was not there before.
I have dreamt of you,
and you of me,
now is our chance,
to bring this into to the world,
for all to see,
to bear witness,
a great love.
Place whatever you wish in our way,
we will prevail;
in my dreams we triumph,
no wall to stop us,
no peen to break us.
We were made to be,
and now for all to see,
we will be,
and we will succeed.

The path left behind

What to write

I desire more words

so I begin in traditional fashion

no destination

but a road to walk down

this road has overgrown

hasn't been walked down in ages

grass has overtaken the footpath

once trod down to bare earth

I knew this land well

It was my home

parts of me built this

some were left here

relics of a younger time

revisiting the path

a thought occurred

this trail has its home

a place long foregone

left to become rich with growth

untouched by feet

So I began my journey treading light

until it came clear

I needed to leave this place

A home it is, to memories of old

I cherish this place, have kept it whole

hidden away in a box under beds

This path I have found

now walking with you

is fresh, untouched, a breath anew

new places to be found

this land

our adventure

pleasure seeking an endless season

of love

So together we will sow

the trees and plants, with hopes for more

fruits that bear nectar, and food for the soul

this new path is ours, yet mirrors one before

but only in the shadows from times ago

I look with your hand in mine

to the light of this land

and smile