moonbeams and cupcake dreams.
sugar highs into the night.
we’re whispering nothings,
how our lives could be.
knowing the truth,
looking into your eyes
you are the moonlight
in my darkest of nights.
so, love, break my heart
into a thousand pieces
because all of my insides
are craving your sweet creamy filling.
This poem can also be found in Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love.
in a world forced into a hush,
our minds crave words spoken close.
our stories shared across time zones itch,
while inside we scream for release.
idly waiting for the tomorrows
when meetings will be filled with embraces,
we dream of kisses,
and we’ll read each other’s faces
and know exactly what it means,
not filled with frustration from a frozen screen.
we dream of soaking in moments
while delaying the tomorrows even further.
one day soon, we say, we’ll no longer meet in isolation
but gather with our loved ones.
we yearn to linger in the warmth,
the touch, the feeling of being close once again.
*a rewrite from the original poem posted May 2, 2020.
She was on her death bed
It was almost her time to go
But was told to rest
She saw something she couldn’t resist
No, mom, you need to rest, please.
I can’t back down. I need to go, you see.
Mom, just wait a minute.
No, I have to go now.
I see the way to my sweetheart, John Clark.
And then she was gone.
It was so sudden. I couldn’t explain it.
She was alert just moments before.
And we all knew it was her sweetheart
calling her home.
This poem can be found in Coffee Shop Sessions: Whatever It Takes, Even If It Doesn’t Take available on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1718836554