Spring of ‘72

In the spring of ‘72

we sat on the porch

of the old farmhouse,

in the warm sunlight

as the lilacs bloomed

their scent drifting

on a gentle breeze


about the future

children, maybe

a nice house

a life lived together

both promising

we would grow old


our hearts bound

by a lifetime of love,

now we are old

sitting on the porch

gazing into a future

still filled with promise

of the love we share

as the sun sets slowly

on these closing days



I look into her eyes

deep blue waters

where I drown

in a sea of passion


eternal, precious

living love

that breaks chains

our bodies touch

we rise on a wave

high into the heavens

touching eternity

where angels dwell

and our hearts sing

a sweet song

the song of a love

that never dies.

Your Story

Your story has sunk into my skin

dived through epidural layers

soaking through the membranes

to become a part of the greater story

the one we have shared all these years

your story has rooted itself

with roots that entwine the deepest parts

of my very being

feeding off the well of love

your story does not exhaust or deplete

it gives as much as it takes

it feeds until it becomes one with mine

and we live together

our souls singing in sweet harmony

Mona Lisa Smile

She sits there reading

as I look at her face

even after all these years

its still holds that mystery

that captured my heart

in a black and white

with her long hair flowing

wearing dark rimmed glasses

and that Mona Lisa smile.

We have endured so much

together over the years

if our wrinkles could talk

let’s be glad that can’t.

We promised once 

to grow old together

when we were young

now that we’ve entered 

that stage, I still see youth.

Her Mona Lisa smile remains

and her eyes sparkle

as they did when we first met.

Love is funny like that

when it’s deep and tender

It doesn’t see wrinkles or gray

it doesn’t see the ravages of age

love this deep remembers

the loving embrace

on long cold winter nights

as we hold one another

in the darkness of our room.

We grow old together

as our love remains young

as she looks up at me

with that Mona Lisa smile.