To Worship Him

imagine with me, if you will
red dirt dusted
upon his boots,
the chair otherworldly
a product of sturdy,
lean legs crossed
relaxed.
smokey eyes intent on
the crown of the moon
and sun before him
a sigh,
twilight.
aware of every shift, made upon his domain,
cheekbones defined
as he contemplates
his tomorrow.
I see him,
and all I need is to
worship him.

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Lingering

I watched tangerine turn into innocent sanguine,
while thinking of you, and
thoughts of how I want an “us” to be.
Feathered blues, birthed since before noon,
caused aquamarine streaks
as twilight breathed – were you with me?
My neck felt a breath, my back the push of a finger;
the moment continues to linger.

Chasing Away Melancholy

I watch the doves dip and weave
Chasing one another,
Yet I grieve

For a life I’ve dreamt about
Since I was a child,
In a grey, aging, house

There were giggles
And four children the cause,
Despite their loss

Of the everyday normalcy
Of Mom being near,
Nothing making sense, life unclear

If love exists, breathes, you say
Will it fulfill my wish,
Not run – at the top of my list

So sovereign Cardinals in my view
Standing watch, yearning
Might keep me from melancholy.

Here, So Far Away

in observing my nighttime
sky
his description flows through my
mind,
my eyes.
the love he has for
existence
and all of those surrounding
him
encourages my
heart,
even if I’m not the
priority.
does he feel the lifeline
between us,
and the ablity he has to
strengthen.
Twilight, enter me
slowly,
fill my eyes.
Reflect.
Allow the glow created
to sustain
my affection.

Timing

There’s a presence 
I see it, even if from afar
I sense the urge to discern
Or is it mine?
My words stumbling, brain unsure
Do I fall in completely, because
That’s what I do, or
Stay in the quiet
Where I’m comfortable, pure.
Lungs, I beg, shout
My head likely to explode, if
My lips don’t leak
Upon paper, or find shelter
Within his clothes.