Author, Computer Scientist, Musician, and Photographer
As the bluejay of day perches beside blackbird night,
Our two hearts hammer, yet the world stays quiet.
If the moon falls silent, wrapped in twilit shroud,
Even our whispers seem piercingly loud.
When the bear constellations retreat into sleep,
A grey wolf haze stalks the woods, dark and deep.
The valley gleams with frost, yet your arms give me warmth.
You are my compass, my true love, my true north.
I wrap my arms around you,
On this crisp, golden day,
Leaves crackle beneath our feet,
Your warmth rivals our lattes.
Pumpkin spice and cinnamon,
Twist in the brisk fall breeze,
A scarecrow stands sentinel,
Guarding the orchard with ease.
We gather the ripest apples,
Then sail fields of flowing rye,
Through rolling hills and meadows,
Under the sun’s soft, amber tide.
Though winter’s chill will soon arrive,
And frost will kiss our skin,
In our hearts, autumn’s fire burns,
A glow that warms within.
We wandered with a leisured gait,
To the glen in the forest shade.
White angel light bathed ghostly birch,
Torn between Heaven and earth.
A dusty stream longed for the rain,
Sad tears wept from the cascade.
Yet you and I did not feel thirst—
Drunk on love’s liquor.
You wanted to pick the strawberry moon,
In a sky painted with a starburst sunset.
You tasted its sweetness, then kissed me—
Your lips were even sweeter than the fruit.
Coyotes howled through the hills like wind,
As fireflies danced, courting the stars.
By the bay that thirsted for our reflection,
I guard that moment, timeless, in my heart.
Your kisses are like fireworks,
They take my breath away,
Make me say, “ooh” and “aah”,
And my heart goes boom, boom, boom.
Your lips, red as sunsets in July,
Bright, full of promise and light,
Twinkling sparklers that kids ignite,
Filling the night with pure delight.
Your touch is a summer breeze,
Gentle, warm, and pleasing,
It wraps around me like a dream,
Filled with lovely visions of you and me.
Your eyes, two northern blue butterflies,
Fluttering softly in endless skies,
The sight makes even the heavens sigh,
In their depths, I find my paradise.
Would you be mine?
Forever, for all of summertime.
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.
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.
