I should have read "Goodnight"
last night before I went to bed.
Might not have had rumblings
dancing bout my head.
Could have just smiled in jest
invited your spirit in real close
Allowing dreams to exhale
accepting your healing dose.
By 4:00 AM while sipping tea
could have been sweeter still.
Your dash of honey dripped
droplets adding to the thrill.
Such a big sigh let loose
secrets spreading to light.
Casting off the shadows
hidden in the dead of night.
I made it tho, as you see
but didn't count one sheep.
Candy canes a dancing
as I drifted off to sleep.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
8 comments:
Always allow your dreams to exhale. Beautiful, Spence!
While visions of sugar plums dance through his head
He dreams of a beautiful silhouette
He tosses and turns as he lays on his bed
And softly exhales - with a restless regret.
Dianna
Dianna
Just couldn't help it. (Smile)
He tosses and turns as he lays
and sofly exhales with restless regret
dreaming of those things she said
tho she hasn't returned as yet.
Sugar plums, honey and tea
(candy canes didn't arrive on time)
then she called to finally tell me
in her shopping she spent every dime.
He dreams trying to be cheered
helps seeing her lovely silhouette
thinking bout dancing and twirls
but damn sure won't be a minuette
Spencer
I love it, Spencer!! I know you couldn't resist!
I'm caroling through J-Land.
My favorite song is Jingle Bells!
Jingle Bells!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jingle Bells!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jingle All The Way!
Merry Christmas!!
Love,
Dianna
Good evening........I really like this poem its wonderful. This is a really special poem it speaks to me of love. I really feel that this poem is filled with warmth and with heart. I really do enjoy this poem it says a lot in just a few words..........This is a great Christmas poem. Your a really amazing poet.........
Cute poem, Spense! Here's to sweet dreams...0:-) Sassy
http://journals.aol.com/SassyDee50/SassysWORD
hmmm, someone was SERIOUSLY bit as a baby by the love-bug *smiles* ... you are such a love, dear spence ...
*hugs*
sue
Ode to Spencer the Muse
The poet tries
to sleep
But on his chest are reaped
Dreams of cherished moments past...
the likes of which he knows
are buried in her chest....
Ah! His delight!
In opening
Her gifts
one by one
creates a sigh
because
the day is done!
natalie
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