You are the bottom line

If
i
go
away
i
will
miss
the
sunset,
the
birds
of
Spring,
the
laughter
of
children,
but
most
of
all
i
will
miss
you.

i can't recall her name

She sits upon a golden cloud
and rides a dream of blame
i knew her when we both were young,
but i can’t recall her name.
Cupped in her hands there sits a dove
that yearns to be set free.
If she were kind she’d let it go,
and then it’d fly to me.

Her name was carved into a tree
that bore the bitter pear
i can’t recall where it once grew
perhaps i shouldn’t care.
Her eyes are flames that light the night
her soul a haunting maze,
her touch as cold as winter’s grasp,
that sets my soul ablaze.

Memories

Memories

Beneath a blanket of snow an ice
sleeps a meadow of daffodils
awaiting the call of a golden trumpet
that signals when to rise and kiss the sun.

Snow covered bird houses stand like silent sentinels
undeterred by the winds and the chills of time.
They dream of blue birds and swallows
that always return like silver haired travelers
who chase the warmth of the sun.

My heart waits like a box on a dresser
that holds memories of a time when
unicorns were possible and a meadow
of daffodils blossomed even in the snow.