To Journal that One Moment

Never had cause to write before,
not in my head nor in a journal...
not really, until you.
Oh, I may have had many false starts
in my recent past, but the flowing comes
when I think of you, your glances,
half smiles, lips that touch feelings,
overwhelming.

Words, flowing into poetry, daily
(many unseen) hundreds a month,
thousands by now, rhyming, formed
ramblings of my life.

A book of sonnets, I am perusing,
Of Love and Friendship.
I am impassioned by their titles,
each having for me,
a phrase or two of intent.

The "Now!" of it on page 3,merging my thoughts
"You around me for once, you beneath me, above me--
Me--sure that despite of time future, time past,--
This tick of our life-time's one moment, you love me!"

I write for me, and for my moments of you,
in this Dream Journal of pages, shaded in blue.

And on a leather bookmark, moon shaped embossed,
words to save, my time capsule waiting
for that one moment when...

Once in a Blue Moon, a small part
of my within, rests assured, that
No one can lay a hand on my dreams.


M
* Now! by Robert Browning

[This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (04-25-2002 01:49 PM).]

[This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (04-25-2002 03:14 PM).]

Maureen darling girl this is utterly utterly wonderful. This flows with the smoothness of crystal streams of living light. It is flowing over my soul in a torrent of wonder. Beautiful writing darling heart utterly utterly beautiful. You really do paint with magic you know

You do know I absolutely love this don’t you? Of course you do. As always darling girl this is utterly utterly perfect


Love and warm stuff
As always
Mushy

To give light to them that sit in darkness..... to guide our feet into the way of peace Luke 2:79