Without you

If there were a word without you

There would be no ove

And we woud never hear aughter

The scent of avender just woudnt be as subime.

A ion wouldn’t be as fierce,

And Bugs would be ooney tunes.

Songs woudnt sound the same,

For how coud I ca your name?

Missing you woud eave me bue…

A hue that woud be something new.

Spring woud be sparse for tuips and iacs,

Roses woud be just fine,

But daffodis woud suffer and iy of the vaey woud be gone,

If I coudnt ove you, merey ike….now that woud be insane….

I woud have a heart, a brain and hand to hod,

But without egs, I coudnt stand, 

What of my iver to process and get things out?

So much changes when you begin to eave a etter off.

Does your mind fi in the banks?

Just having fun at unch today,

Waiting for this meeting to go away,

Be back to norma perhaps….someday.

Thoughts on the appreciation of the etter …sorry, can’t use it….woud be cheating.

Okay, perhaps I am going a bit daffy…ooney tunes were a fave.

Dying art

What lies between lines

unseen words and conversation

find her thoughts

sitting beside themselves

fingers holding indigo

so much to say and so little time

and a blank page that waits

to begin.

Words and letters never sent

quicker to move across keyboards

to spell check

to hit send,

personality extinct

in steady typical font

that could come from anywhere

from anyone.

Stamped and dropped

in faded blue metal boxes,

there is only patience

there is no looking back

no recall of message

as it slips downward mixed in a heap

so much less every day

and the scent of the sender

fragrance of flowers and a tea stain dabbed

slightly wrinkled but still

elegantly penned

the dying art

alive once again.

Whole…stardust moments

We move through invisible lines
We are the dust of a thousand stars
That come before
The thought of you and I
Revolving in and out of words
The magic of time and space moving
Bringing simple words and the joy
Of truth in love
You come to me here
New pages to be written
Simmering behind eyes that see
The magical gifts
Sweet delights of senses floating
The nectar of Gods lay in history
Waiting to be savored gently
Glimpse of yesterday
Floating free this tiny speck
Unnoticed yet so important
As it is we
And we are a part of the endlessness
Once more to become

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