Black as sin,
With promise only in my mind
For yesterday’s rays
To return and
Light my path again . . .
Still black with no hint
Of today’s picture’s lines--
Yet dreamed in vivid color,
With eyes softly met,
Skin scented by memory
As we hug . . .
Ghostly now, with a mist outside
That stirs my hopes
As it is ushered with
Sweet scents of spring
Through billowing telltales
Into the room of our sleep
For Dawn to touch your face,
And light my world with you.
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross


Comments: 36
thankyou again.
I appreciate that, Pat. Thank you.
Gorgeous poem.