Another flash of lightning
as the thunder dies.
Vengeful seeking fingers
stroke across the skies.
*
There lies a child sleeping
dreams soothe her eyes.
Hope in tranquil breathing
more so in her sighs.
*
In every dream a life
a living seed to sow.
In every crash of lightning
He will only know.
For Susan: Her hopes, her dreams.
07/01/98
She whispers through my thoughts
the lover of my heart,
graceful and soft.
Her smile excites me like a child.
Safety and love are hers.
She holds me and I find comfort
in her warmth.
Her hair has a delicate aroma of sweetness.
Soft and fresh like the garden in the morning sun.
She wears the bruises of my heart
as I wear hears.
Those proud badges of honor.
I’d wear for her alone.