The Sound of Love...
It's 8 am in the morning…
Silver light spilling through the openings in the blinds:
The songbird signaling today is his and her play date.
I'm starting this day, in my place, in the circle of my lover's arms.
Eyes could no longer sleep, because the sound of poem
proclaiming love as natural as a bird professing his love
in the highest note, and arousing voices and images,
of my seeing and hearing you in mind and beyond.
Permission has been given to cease dreaming, instead dream out loud!
So, I stay nearby my poem to see, taste, feel, and hear
you anywhere awake or asleep.
I dozed off in your smile, yet am wide-awake, in your dreamy eyes.
When your arms wrap tight my waist, I feel the vibrato
of your fingers playing up and down my spine, likening
the melodious music Ilana plays on her Cello.
After all's said and done, we rose to the sound and aroma
of coffee dancing in water, under heat, reminding me of
our slow moves to the rhythm of that special song!
Dear, you need to know…
Ever since we met, you have been pen and paper
For every love poem penned:
Still, I can hear your baritone voice causing autumn leaves to fall and,
leaving me shaking like leaves in the cool mid afternoon breeze
Still, you stand strong like a Friendship Oak in my missed home State.
I'll ever stay present in the words my poem.
Your love likens spring
Exploding and bursting
Into blooms…
likening
The Sound of
Love
Resurrecting
The Silent Death
In Me…
By Almedia Knight-Oliver
November 25,2012
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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