Bushwhip

Forever

On the horizon I see the dusk,
Sun slipping slowly toward night’s trust
Evening’s wind whispers in light touch
Urging me to bare truth’s hush

Yesterday aside me you traveled along
Today alone I journey this life’s song,
Memories, pictures, or so it seems
The last place I see you is in my dreams.

Morning’s come with an answer to find
If my thought ever crosses your mind.
As days, months, years forever climb,
Your beautiful memory will outlive time



Waterways

He is a river within her,
His rivulets sparse at start
Through his tributaries are many, receding,
As life ebbs and flows in her heart.
Yet he courses always inside her,
His tide overcomes her in mind.
Waves wash over her wanting
Querying where she can find
A stream to channel her passion,
A brook to barter her yearn,
A sea to consume her longing,
A shore on which to return.