mtspoet

2021-08-06 07:20 am

A treasure full of dreams
A future wrapped in gold
What our indecisions bring
Within each box that life will hold

Hidden in the square
Amongst the corrugated seams
Is more than just thin air
And the light from distant beams

There are memories we have known
Within the box that cannot part
Like the flowers that have grown
Just to touch a gentle heart

Upon these feathers within a box
I shall sleep on them tonight
And to the ticking of the clock
I shall dance the angel’s flight

Says the label dressed in red,
“Never touch what’s in the box”
So many thoughts run through my head
Of all the moments we have lost

Michael 8/5/2021

mtspoet

2021-07-11 10:52 am

The time has come to pass.
The hours sound the chime.
How do you write such pleasing words
that our time has come to rhyme?

The smiles that show your heart.
The eyes that calm the sea.
How do you find the time to love
all of the things that rhyme with me?

And just like me your bird is free
to spread your wings and learn to fly.
What is the cause that makes you flee
each time that life comes passing by?

We are just a plan that life is making.
The first romance that’s ours to share.
The time has come to rhyme what matters,
within the heart that bleeds despair.

Come to me now and follow my dreams
that uncover the pieces born of the past.
The time has come near to make a new change,
and untether the slave you have held in your grasp.

With each moment I write I am thinking of you.
And every word that I rhyme you are near.
It is my hope to rekindle a time we once knew,
before the heart of true love disappears.

Michael 7/10/2021