My latest poem, and I think my new favorite!

Can This Ever Happen To Me?


Sitting on the front porch on a rainy Sunday,
Rain is falling off the roof in clear sheets of water.
Humming whatever song matches the rhythm of the rain.
Kind of day magic can happen, ones filled with daydreams and raindrops.

Staring hard down the drive I managed to dream up a nice thought.
Barefoot, jeans and t-shirt and the love of my life’s hand tightly in mine.
My gaze goes from our hands and travels up to your azure, loving eyes.
Then in an instant I am back on the porch and that image of love evaporates.

The rain shows no sign of letting up. The sky looks like my spirit has felt for ages.
All grey, lifeless, dreary but simply in need for someone to chase away the dread.
I pray daily not to be stuck in this current thing called my life, my existence.
Motivating me to be the image walking with my love is tough to believe in.

My heart is so unfilled that all it can do is be host to dead dreams and lost loves.
Compassion in abundance is just sitting idle, waiting to be showered on someone.
Patience is a virtue, so they say. Patience equals time, and I am tired of waiting.
I want to believe that everyone finds love, true, shake you to your core love.

The sun is getting ready for its slumber and as it does the day’s first blue peaks through.
Sitting there on the porch still, chin resting on my knees my thoughts drift toward God.
If there is a God, why would he create some of us to never experience the gift of love?
Not simple love but complicated love that comes from your soul and enters another.

Being able to see the exquisite deep red and orange sun setting on this day brought hope.
How could something as beautiful as this sunset, much like love, not be intended to share?
Somewhere in this world, for me to find or for it to find me is a deep true love.
I do not think you have to look hard for it, it will come and you will find your sunset.