~ The tide goes to the shore,
With each breath you take,
Steady, peaceful sleep.
And I wish I could share it with you.
Alas, I am waltzing with my demons this night.
Your face is so peaceful,
Like the serenity of a summer song.
And well, I am
That ocean that toils and churns,
Never sleeping, ever moving.
And I wonder what dreams you are dreaming,
As I sit here in the candlelight
And watch you sleep. ~
B.J.H. 09-19-2014
I knew you reached your destination
When I couldn’t breathe,
My chest tight and fighting me
Sharp, jagged, painful.
You would only be gone five days
Only a few hours away
This was not supposed to affect me so deeply
Bother Me,
Unnerve me,
Stop me from breathing
So I continue to work
Smiling,
Talking,
Laughing,
Then I pause to take a break
Tears start falling
Unwanted, unasked for
I am unable to stop them
Hide them,
Hold them in.
You will only be gone five days
Only a few hours away
This is not supposed to affect me so deeply
But it does
And it has only been four hours.
B.J.H.
06-21-1014
I write to you
But the words are never right
I start and stop
Scribble, scratch
And throw away page after page
Of frustration
My heart is full of emotions
My mind is a kaleidoscope of pictures
And I, A POET!
Cannot find the words to express them
I will never stop my quest
To capture the perfect words
That express what I feel in my soul
And see when I close my eyes
Until then
I offer you a few simple words
I love you……
B.J.H.
April 2014
Dedicated to certain Scorpio… I adore you P.J.C.
Sleepy eyes
Find solace
In the world
Ruled by the stars
And father Neptune
Holds back storms
As Morpheus
Brings a much needed dream
Crashing Waves
On a stone tower
Fade into
An oft dreamed
Moonlit meadow
But this time
Sleepy eyes
Do not dream alone
B.J.H.
02-02-2014
I will make you an Angel in the snow
If you put a log on the fire
I promise not to put ice down your back
If you promise not to attack me
I will make you an Angel in the snow
If you put extra marshmallows in my cocoa
I will be your Angel in the snow
If you promise to warm me up afterwards.
B.J.H.
no, this is not a great literary feat!
Dreamscape Poetry 