Sat on the porch this morning
waiting for the dawn to rise.
Sipping tea in the cool Spring air
thinking of your forever eyes.
Oh, might be a bit devilish
twas but a fleeting thought.
Imaginations are lovely
long as borders are caught.
You see, in the privacy of mind
ideas are allowed their just due.
Picturing a stroll on the moon
joyfully holding hands with you.
Twixt each sip and breeze
visions rise up to a peak.
And dance round in fantascy
till the painting is complete.
Whopping scenery flashes
as does emotions drift by.
Created strictly for pleasures
as seen from the mind's eye.
Perhaps a climb up a star
even a whole galaxy's ray.
Burst out in thrilling light
as I sip on thru the day.
The coolness of the air
has no affect on "vapahs" grip.
Fanning feverishly and blowing
before I realized I've slipped.
Mine own eyes see more
as the sun shines right thru.
Sipping tea and waking up
with precious thoughts of you.
Del Cano 2005 April
6 comments:
Great Poetry. Like Them All! I'm A Writer To, Check Out My Work...Ignor The Sucide Poems If You Don't Like Them...My Betters Ones Are Towards The Bottom. Thanks Keep It Up
I like this, it brings a nice smile
Rebecca
Spencer
Lovely :)
The images are quite vivid...a summer afternoon comes to mind.
Carly :)
Devilish no...whimsical, yes....and so delightful that you can remember ;p....Just kidding, my friend!!! A wonderful write of memory kissed pleasures!
Hugs,
Chris
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i`m sorry i like to write poems to............................................................................thank you
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