YOU BECOME MY POETRY

You come out to sit beside me
to view the last faint traces of
sunset in a silent sky.
The rich glow of orange light is defused
by the silhouette of trees,
Shining, peering through quietly,
catching your eye as you catch mine.
You glide your hand through your soft hair
perching the gentle tresses behind your ear,
and in that exact moment, I feel at home.
Your beauty reveals itself to me
as the hidden treasure of the truest heart.
Beneath your loving exterior
you have become where I want to be;
my humble abode; my sanctuary safe…
…I have become enraptured by your presence
which is soothing and warm and passionate;
calming and reassuring.
In the distance, wind chimes ring a lilting melody
and you saunter toward me to engage me
in a tender slow dance, and you make my heart sing
a beautiful song in which the only lyric is your name.
Moment to moment, I begin to recognize that
the enchanting glow is the reflection
of your sensuous blue eyes,
hidden as in an abstract painting.
It is you; what all artists see,
the shadow and texture;
the tint and hue.
The palette of penetrating colors
spread across the canvas of our love.
It is you; who my poet’s heart sees.
You are fanciful alliteration,
the turn of a well worded phrase.
The rhyme and the meter that drives my soul.
You are truly my life’s art…
You become my poetry…