dear home
i love you
i love that in your embrace
i have known the taste of tears
but not tear gas
i love that the sound of sirens there
usually lets me know
help is on its way
i love that your waters
largely do not taste of
desperation
&
that i may write
& speak poetry there
without threat of imprisonment
or exile
so far …
these things
i have not known
to love you for before
but now
these things
i will remember
& cherish
every day
x
love letters from abroad ~ BNWXXVI 
Darling
I wish you were here
It’s raining
He’s wearing a fragrance
Of pines and cars
We are dancing
By the moon lit rose
And brave new works
Are beginning
xxxx
LikeLiked by 1 person
dear you
i am so glad to hear of rain
and fragrant dancing in the moonlight
and new beginnings
even as i am missing them
& you
& i will save a dance
for a warm breezy time
when i am home again
and new works are old
xxx
LikeLike