Today

I.
I am.
I am going to write a love poem.
And it will be simple.
Simple as the wind.
The wind that blows smoke from the north.
The wind that carries God's whispers
to raise Kings and also to
pierce the hearts of men.
It will be the lilt I hear in your voice
as I read your letter
sitting in dungeons of
solitude with contemptuous peoples.
It will be the sparkle I see in your eye
when I hear your voice
in the shadows of winter's first frost.
Or the scent of your fragrance
that fills me
in the place you last stood
right over there by the
lotus blossoms.
It will be in the sweet honey elixir,
gushing through me
bringing to remembrance
that smile and those lips
and all their promise.
I am going to write a love poem
because it has been too long
and soon will be again.

Jah C

My two cents...