Author, Computer Scientist, Musician, and Photographer
I wish I could give you the rings of Saturn,
A cosmic gift to adorn your hand.
For your wrist, a Milky Way bracelet,
Bathed in starlight, its shimmer grand.
A pair of earrings as flashy as comets,
Dancing around distant planets.
A necklace of nebulae to grace your nape,
Swirling colors that enchant the heavens.
In the quiet of the morning, whispers of dawn break free,
Broken waves shatter the shore from a roaring sea.
A lone gull’s cry echoes through the misty air,
As I stand here lonesome, misty-eyed without you near.
Beneath the weeping willow, shadows softly dance,
While drops of dew from leaves drum a gentle cadence.
The world awakens slowly, wrapped in nature’s song,
Each petal unfurling as daylight grows strong.
The day is fresh and new, yet I’m still without you,
Though the sun shines brightly, my heart feels the dew.
You weren’t Mother Nature, but you were mother to me,
In your embrace, I found solace, safe as can be.
I still hear you singing lullabies like wind through the trees,
Your voice a gentle melody carried by the breeze.
Entwined in every dawning sunrise, I sense your love’s reprise,
A tender reminder that your spirit never dies.
Skin, even softer than rose petals,
Beneath my touch, a blush so maroon,
Each strand of hair like dandelions sway,
That summer’s breath trumpets through,
Eyes, deep meadows of bluebells,
Reflecting heavens, vast and true,
Lips, as tender as tulips in bloom,
Their kiss, a soft whisper, like morning dew.
She is holey like her jeans,
A temple for a body,
From her head down to her feet,
She is a denim deity,
She is holey like her jeans,
A serene angel in capris,
With wings that flutter unseen,
Her beauty is heavenly,
She is holey like her jeans,
From faded blues to cerulean,
A celestial dream to me,
It’s in her that I believe,
She is wholly complete,
Even her flaws are pretty,
My heart bursts at the seams,
When she wears holey jeans.
For whom do the weeping willows cry?
For whom do their tears likewise dry?
For whom do the hill crests stretch high,
For who do grapes grow on the vine?
For whom do they make the sweetest wine?
For whom do bees make honey in hives?
For whom do songbirds sing lullabies?
For whom do the stars twinkle and shine?
For whom do they streak across the sky?
For whom do the constellations guide?
For whom do the sun and the moon rise?
For whom do the planets all align?
For whom do the heavens deeply sigh?
For you, that’s who because you are mine.
A zephyr trumpets through the effervescent heavens,
Lifting a zeppelin above a whirlwind romance,
Beneath two vanilla doves perching on a branch,
The lovers hold hands, as they share in a laugh,
Their tender sweethearts delighting in the heartland,
Listening to the lovebird’s mellifluous ballad.
He gazes up at serene galaxies,
In an urban garden gazebo,
Where stars twinkle like bells in jubilee,
Vibrant quasars swirl through his kaleidoscope,
Cascaded nebulas flow resplendently,
On a night darker than a murder of crows,
Light and feathery clouds whisk toward the east,
Drawing curtains closed over the cosmic show.
When the flick is finished,
In the cinema of existence,
The stink of stale popcorn and dusty films,
She blinks through silver screen tears,
Seeing her life in a motion picture,
Hearing the silence of her critics,
Applauding the end credits,
She is one heck of an actress.
A yellow and blue moon-shaped bruise on the flesh of Eve,
Living on the fat of the land has made her skinny,
A serpent coils around the apple of her eye,
The tempting aroma is tangy and bittersweet,
A taste of wickedness and sin for all mankind,
It’s hard to swallow down, the belly of the feast.
A white sun dips in the sky, casting light on winter woods,
A red-tailed hawk soars over a river, its surface frozen,
I exhale, my breath a frosted meadow,
With evergreens tinseled by shadow and snow,
This cold is loneliness, it lingers on my skin,
A shiver trills down my spine, thinking our romance can end,
Each tender moment we’ve cherished, like kindling, extinguished,
Your love, the tinder, keeps me from freezing to death.
