To Live The Love I Surmise Poem by keith Durante

I wake in the still of my silent home
and though it is just me, I don't feel alone
empty of chaos I shelter a garden
my soul I have learned, the only treasure to keep

I am the graceful touch of an artist divine
my shangra la a blessed space to dwell
only as sacred as I strive to be
a candle of hope upon my window sill

how quiet now, the roost of an empty nest
I gather my thoughts of things yet to do
I pray I have more time to borrow
a to-do list that won't wait for tomorrow

my needs are few and ever so simple
yet my desires burn like fresh morning sun
while Love has teased and caused a pain or two
it is still a wondorous comfort to long for and hold

through the years cynics have stormed my beliefs
yet small and big miracles somehow survive
these moments illuminate diamonds in my eyes
To live the Love I surmise...