Dark Days - Poetry Collection

Dark Days

The day going dark
The pictures gray
Back to dusk

The old days at loss
The closing day’s dreams far
The dreams of only things
Lost things, broken things
The dreams wrote only in tears

With the day’s loss the dreams of dusk close in
The heart’s dreamland

Only deep in dusk dreams may your heart find the remembered

Love Life

My sweet she is the beating of my heart
My destination, route, my wind and sail
My thirst and Fount of Youth and Holy Grail
A vibrant, vivid, vital work of art
If anything dare try tear us apart
I’ll fight for her until my last inhale
And hang on for my dear ’til I am frail
If she should end my day shall never start

She does not hold me in the same esteem
Because I love her she has been enriched
My wealth is all she loves though we are hitched
She vowed to stay the night so it would seem
I fear to wake and find her mind has switched
For I have often heard life is a dream