I wanted to say
One last thought
At the way we look
When we see that gentle sun
...
Under the red red moon
Teardrops give rise to ripple
Reflected apparition quivers
Gentle breath to wake
...
Falling star wishes
Past dreams foretell
Dusty nursury rhymes
Of little boy blue
...
Grenadine whisper
Awakening rosebud
Petals tossed only to rebound
Together we walk
...
They stand in beauty like the days
Of sunshine and clear skies
All that is lovely of warmth and pleasure
Is seen even more in their smiles and eyes
...
Unspoken Meeting
Am told she is in the room
My mouth says that its all history
...
Don’t recall your face
There is no focus in you
Dizzy you are as I see
As if last met on a merry go round
...
At a camp in the hills
Among the rocks and rills
Is where this story began
...
Pat Weddle is a native resident of Santa Barbara, Calif, USA. He is an free speech advocate, attorney and a logophile.)
Missing Picture
I wanted to say
One last thought
At the way we look
When we see that gentle sun
At the sandy beach
In this missing picture
In a hidden frame
Don't look for me in this frame
As I look out at you
The cool air against your face
Do not listen for me
As the cold air burns your tender ear
Pass laments and praises
As you reach your destined remuneration
Prayed for by me and granted to you
Do not feel for me
Yet always know me
Sending blessings
For sensing you
And me in another
Enduring fragrance of this
Budding Rose