Slow moving clouds
You’re like a Rembrandt,
painted on the edges of slow
moving, moonlit clouds,
a promise that the world
is full of wonders,
new beginnings and encounters.
My love, you’re all the stories
that will start
tomorrow or tonight,
and all the waiting
turned to soft applause
and laughter,
all the moments that are
left for me to love and
hold you till the end of light.
January 24th, 2008 at 7:02 am
just happened to check back in at tibu and made this discovery….
nice poem, as usual
glad to see you step away from that site
still working in bay area (SF) at the moment but will return to the world of poems and publishing soon.
take care
mm