I smelled summer in the air As I walked in the woods today A new beginning On a bright sunny day
Naturally my thoughts Drifted to you like butterflies Cause your presence stays with me Like the air I breathe, everyday
In my heart you remain I send my love to you silently Over roads, highways and forests Comforting thoughts in every way
A field awaits us And I will feel your breath again Against my neck in the dawning hours like the warmth of sun’s light ray.
Copyright 2020 by Sharon Burton, all rights reserved.
He was fragile But passionate Kind of like us that day when we visited his art studio He was an old man with the heart of gold From a distant era Longing to revise himself A twinkle in his eye Moved me His art proclaimed his inner thoughts, surrealistic images, random stories and sweet poetry Self-expression dujour screaming pain and lonliness crying for justice But it was his love for her that touched me most his wife, baby's mama, best friend time had taken her mind and talent leaving him lonely and sad He was getting tired...that kind of tired from the constant isolation from the love of your life that is poison and he was dying slowly inside I could feel it underneath the scattered canvasses that filled each room and the wistful look he gave both of us sensing that we too had no ordinary love He knew what a soul connection looked like when he saw it Beyound his generosity he shared the magic of unconditional love back to us.
Too bad you didn't notice....
--For Bob W. (RIP)
From the upcoming chapbook, Moon Rising in Capricorn (2020), copyright SJB Creative Ventures, LLC, all rights reserved.