POEM for JER
By R. B. STUART
Post Forty-One
By R. B. STUART
Post Forty-One
"You are the King to my Queen.
The air to a breath.
A quill to a pen.
A prayer to Amen.
The mountain to a peak.
Oh how I love to hear you speak.
You are the cream to my milk.
A worm to silk.
The green to a tree.
The salt to the sea.
The heat to the sun.
The strength in my legs when I run.
You are the song that I sing.
The gold to a ring.
The lion to his mane.
The water to the rain.
The face when you came.
Without you, life wouldn't be the same.
You are my Honey to a bee.
A kiss making me weak in the knee.
The blue to the sky.
A tear clouding an eye.
A light to a socket.
Without change, I wouldn't be in your pocket.
You are the candle to my flame.
Lobsters to Maine.
The beat to a heart.
The brain and your being so smart.
The ocean to the sand.
The clutch of your hand
bending me to your command.
You are the wings to my Dove.
The tender feelings of love.
The mist to a fog.
The bark to a dog.
The fagrance to June.
The light to the moon that will guide you back home to me...very soon."
--R.B.S.
Copyright, December 2018
