Love is real

Love has no sanctions 

it is wondrous and free

a soft wind on a dusty kettle road 

can rouse the desires of an old withered tree

 a kiss of a breeze , a love caress

sweet whispers , confess

undress

once we skipped to the steps of youth 

now we dance the dance of autumn 

a cold winter looms 

what once waxed so bright and hopeful 

has waned into a pale sliver of moon

melancholy seeps deep on a frozen afternoon 

the fires that burned so bright 

are banked to heat the room 

wrapped in a blanket 

our feet to the fire 

the wisp of a shadow 

the echo of a dream , desire .

retire

love is so simple , 

the advocate for the humanities 

dapper and dreamy 

soft to the feel 

brazen or hidden 

 whisper or a boom 

of one thing I am certain 

I feel 

love is real