Inconceivable Void (in the eyes of a simpleton)

From my porch I see two stars
caught, in boughs of
Birch and Pine.

and staring into heaven,
that abyss of old,
none can fathom
the sheer
lack:

of Air,
of Space,
of Love,

or any feeling for that matter.

From my porch i see city lights,
bringing no hope.
No hope,
save for two stars
in boughs of
Oak and Pine.


In Love, In Denial

We are
Incredulous lovers,
disregarding truth as
fantasy. It's possible,
but ignored as improbable.
Not nonsensical, but
new and untamed.
I'll never know the new
as she knew the new'd
stay the way it was,

in incredulous disregard.


These were the words

These were the words:

With which we won
what was woefully wisked
away when we winked.

Wondering why we were
where we were
when we weren't watching.


Proposal

If I have never mentioned this,
I wanted you to know,
and keeping quiet isn't fair,
It isn't quid pro-quo.

You've always meant the world to me,
In times of dire need.
You've listened well and calmed my fears
with tranquil ease and speed.

I wish there was a way that I
could somehow pay you back,
for all the things you've done for me
and everything I lack.

A simple thanks, a hug and kiss
are all I have for you.
Unless your answer to my plea
is found to be "I Do."