If-

 If I was worth  
 Quiet evening of simple things
 Wouldn’t you be here  
 Doing just that by now?
 
 If I was worth  
 Your amazing inspiration  
 Wouldn't you be here
 Doing just that by now?
 
 If I was worth  
 Intimate walks along the ocean
 Wouldn’t you be here  
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 Time for casual conversation
 Wouldn’t you be here
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 A hearty meal laced in laughters  
 Wouldn’t you be here  
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 Your unbiased understanding
 Wouldn't you be here
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 Your earnest warm embrace
 Wouldn’t you be here  
 Doing just that by now?   

  If I was worth 
  Making mistakes and forgiveness
  Wouldn't you be here
  Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 Anything for you to hold onto  
 Wouldn’t you be here  
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 If I was worth  
 Being loved honestly by you  
 Wouldn't you be here  
 Doing just that by now?  
 
 Where are you… now?  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 
 
 
 

Fire of Grace

  I was broken by all of those  
 I refused to break myself  
 Because love should never hurt  
 And on all the pieces I became
 I found a sense of motivation  
With the image of your face  
 Reminding me what love was  
 And in that I gained strength
 A renewed sense of real purpose  
 As I felt redemption rain down
 To heal, to refill my drained faith    
 Oh- so much younger than I  
 It was a huge surprise- to learn  
 From the day you were born  
 You were, my saving angel  
 Sent from the Holy Heaven 
 My daughter  … my baby-girl  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 Ashlee Dawn ... Love Daddy 

Squandered

 I got married very young  
 Divorced nearly as quick  
 Then married impulsively
 Trying to rekindle a love
 That was lost to time past 
 Both my wives failed me
 In hindsight and honesty
 I know I failed them too
 I- just don’t really know 
 Who failed who… first!  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 
 

Counterbalance

 To live yourself, is to live truth  
 But truth isn’t always accepted
 Much the way dark dislike, light
 I blaze my own path in a silence 
 Perhaps- I’ve outgrown some  
 Of the past- darkness of my life
 Parts I know all too well and yet
 Some I wish I never learned at all
 Far too much beyond my choice 
 But growth can come at a price  
 Often I feel more like a foreigner
 Amongst those I once knew close
 Most of which, in my heart I love  
 Which seem not to know me, now
 So- I find myself in eager search  
 For what exactly, I’m most unsure
 But I’m sure that answers await me
 We’ll meet, in the light … someday
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
   
   

La vie

 In depths of my own dark dearth
 All my hungers, my thirst- stalled  
 I stayed unmoved and unnurtured
 Safely imprisoned within myself
 Until I heard your… whispers call  
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
   
 
 

Reacquiring

The way that hidden darkness of
Some forest gets unmistakably
Lost within some blinding light
I’d get lost in the eternal depths
Of galaxies hidden in your eyes
As our rhythmic bodies played
Under our ethereal spent breaths
And like instruments of request
Twirling within our arms, was-
Dancing on the edge of heaven
For us, here in our secret realm
But now you’re gone; and it's time
To change my tune, palates habit
Degust some new flavors to devour
In search of maybe finding one
That may satisfy my unfed...hunger


Poet of the Light © 2020





Carnal


I finally got to look in her eyes
Tigress tones and whiskey glazed
The air itself was even different
It was as if some meteorite struck
I’d known right off- intrinsically
How dangerous she was to me
But then love and danger itself
Seemed oddly married somehow
As we began a razors edge dance
On insanity and in alter realities
Beheld within two separate minds
Neither of which words describe
Still- the unheard music played on
Within our own intoxicating notions
Throwing all caution to the wind
Hormones secreted human nectar
We danced and teased our hearts
Like spilled kerosene at campfires
Knowing love itself might burn out
Or ignite, taking us down in flames
They still talk about that night...and us


Poet of the Light © 2020

Loves frame of mind

I’d want to extract the real you

Only to paint you in picture perfect

.

Where we fashionable picnic in a park

Then lay in each other’s arms, kissing

.

Near vast remote lakes to go camping

Skinny dipping in its sun warm waters

.

Spend half a morn picking wild flowers

And we’d sit beneath a tree laughing

.

Afternoon stroll along the beach

Planning to do absolutely nothing

.

Sit within each other’s bodily clutch

As evening breeze teases a campfire

.

Breakfast at dawn while under covers

Then you, in my long tail shirt, smiling

.

Day hikes, off to those silent summits

Where we breathe in pure unspoiled life

.

Long hand holding walks in the woods

As peelings of lived colors fall upon

.

Winter’s precursor to powder snowfall

Where we lay and make soul angels

.

Stroll in sporadic flakes of white ashes

Before long close nights of making love

.

Oh- if I was such a painter of loves magic

I’d dip myself in wine and get drunk on…us

.

Poet of the Light © 2020

Niche

Soft scented candlelight’s flicker

Breezes whisk time itself away

Chilled wine slowly breathing

Far from the worlds peering eyes

As wet whiten ashes fall down

Like pillow feathers of heaven

A lone near frozen stream gurgles

Alpine fire pops, in a slow burn

In a fireplace of glowing embers

Windows covered in an icy sheet

And your trusting hand takes mine

We embrace our bodies and eyes

As we waltz across a wooden floor

To an old romantic song playing

Kisses help us escape misplacement

Going someplace neither of us

Has ever known in love before

Slipping off into a pale moonlight

Where are hearts and souls soar

In heights, understanding, each other

Through loves sole divine language

Etching promises on the others skin

Sealed by our kisses and oath whispers

Only our souls- could ever…interpret

.

Poet of the Light © 2020

Foregone

Some of my feral childhood memories

Crudely invade my fluid dreams

So much so that

Over the years they’ve become

Well- a bit more like family

Painful, dysfunctional and unkind

Dropping in unannounced

Always dredging up some stupid past

Thought completely resolved

But mostly, blaming me for it all

And truth be told, half the time

I wasn’t even there or involved

It just goes to show you

That time doesn’t change- everything

And for somethings that a real blessing

Other times, when friends are absent

Or queerly few and far between

Memories rush back to fill that gap

Some with tears, some with laughter

And still, others with learned refreshers

Of how import loving relationships are

In their made moments as well as the future

Its a moment we should review ourselves

On how good or bad we treat others

Memories are their forever vivid echos

Always there waiting for us

They’re meaningful and important

Like friends and foe alike to be cherished

To be understood and placed in context

Because at some point for some people

Memories are really all..we’ll have left

.

Poet of the Light © 2020