Ode to Love

Faith is yet unmoved  Wisdom whispers her wisdom Look for fireworks

Asingle snowflake Found in the midst of blizzards  Demands a Bouquet "It's never been done!" Presents its pride with passion Echoing ahead 

What is a man when he is at rest?

So it seems we have reunited, oneself and The Night of Mysterious Objects. When every object speaks forth, and has a story to tell. Hall by hall they are arranged, down each hall all will be told. They whisper that they wish to speak and then sing when given half a chance, if only they had the movement to dance! For now we will approach as has been given, with a conversation or two struck up with an end table or stove, over the course of the night, until it ends too soon. 

We met on the hill I sensed it took some effort For you to get there I'll not grow tired Of the moment you snuggle Getting close to me Can we stay like this? Spooning like this all night long? Time running its course? I barely recall Any of the rest of it Outside of your warmth Was there narrative? Someone else interfering? Recede with the tide But you stay right here We challenge those who'd stop us They have not the right We talk of our dreams As if not even in one Just spending our time I remembered you Upon finally waking Your form next to mine

My little maelstrom Causing a hurricane force From just out of sight The building will hold Template of Mario Kart Reinforcing walls  Inside are some fans I never thought I'd see them Those who love my work The book was a shirt I wanted to read it off  But ran out of time I wish I'd seen you Did I, and I just forgot? A storm just outside Hearing out the storm It is nothing new for me Raging and waiting I could spend the day Reading off my book to you From shirt or from page My Hope aligned here Lingering on edge of sleep To see you again