Every Song

Every song reminds me of your eyes

The way they're so indelibly marked 

Upon my existence, they way they shine

With this ethereal light that I've never

Ever seen look at me prior to meeting you

It's like that perfect harmony in a tune

So subtly impactful that you can't get enough

And feel altered in that peculiar musical way

The Home Cafe

The rain falls, ploddingly

Soaking all it touches

Without hurry or speed

I learned these slow

Coffee filled mornings

From you, cream and maple

Mingling with the beans

As we sit languorously

Without hurry or speed

A moment to dial back

The urgency of the coming

Day but not the urgency

Of time spent and these

Slow coffee mornings

Austerity

There's an austerity to this sky

A warm but grey bleakness 

That belies the cool breeze 

It mocks me with it's simplicity 

Most Eloquent

I was at my most eloquent with you 

The words flowed with the ease of a

Wild snow melt gorged stream running

Down the mountain to the inevitable

Collision with a vaster body of water 

Now, language feels cumbersome 

As if I'm trying to wield a sword that 

Is much too heavy for my arms

Everything feels stuck in molasses 

Eloquence will return but for now...