WL Schuett

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

 

 

 

 

 

Comments2

  • malubotelho

    Truly beautiful poem. Awesome writing. Thanks for sharing.

  • Accidental Poet

    I agree wit malu, beautifully awesome writing.



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