Porch Story

The man drove down my street at day's end
 I watched as his convertible float on through
His grey beard was quite contentedly combed
The aging gent had earned the right to breathe
I wondered  for a brief moment or maybe two
What was it that I was chasing at the end of it all
If I too would drive a blue sports car some day
Would some youth see my grey beard in time
Surely my own September would be as grand
My hands etched dry and my back discontent
Yet the ever flowing wind stilled my restlessness
Oh, my mind still pondered many youthful things
He was long gone away, and still I saw him there
How much emptiness had this man's dream cost
Did he have to trade away all that really mattered
I thought these riddles and more as the hour slipped
While the brilliant edge of summer stained my face
Time would not steal away  my smile this evening
I was much wiser than to chase a stranger's dreams
My own were worth more than some day's seemed
And so I laughed heartily out into the fading sunset
For surely, I knew God was not done with me yet

Hearts That Weave

Blowing secrets into your heart
That may grow into a  bloom
And all of the things I knew
I  forgot  the day  I  met  you
Our first Summer, fast approaches
New mysteries  lay  at  foot
My tenderness kisses your skin
To  leave   melody  within
I'd  surely  know  forever
If it were splashed upon my face
Yet you burst into my presence
And now I taste your essence
Sweet girl, how I long to hold you
As the morning sun comes up
And long after midnight is through
We'll go dancing upon the dew
Stay in this moment here with me
I'll  give  all  I  am  to  you
We have just begun to breathe
And endless is our dream's weave