Rumbles

When I think
About
Tomorrow
I hope that you
Are there
So we can
Together borrow
All the time, we share
Allowing little sorrow
In our lives, times,
To come near.

Sometimes who you are
Is precisely what the world
Needs to wake up love.

The plans made in time
Became a sheer dreamy kind
Of true written rhyme.

For this moment,
Yours and mine
Become together
Fused, entwined,
Defying fate,
We relate.

I probably fell
Into you much harder than
Ever I should have,
But you are a gift unwrapped,
In the middle of my storm.
Holding fast your hand
I face my days in rescue
From the wind and rain,
Constant change that tries to turn
Life inside-out, upside-down.
You spin me top-like
But only intoxicate
Me in the feelings
Arising when you are near
When you show your tender care.

All these are separate but related. Sometimes times things come to me in fragments.

As a prompt, create several interrelated works. Let an emotion, idea, style, reason join them even loosely.

Haiku

Away into you
Where I can make dreams come true;
Leaves falling like rain.

Pronounced

You cried your words, right,
Into the heart of my life, soul,
Answering was I
Bound close as yourself to you
I sang beauty in a voice
I borrowed – starlight;
The wind untamed took captive
Every small moment
I did not hide in pockets
Protected from your unknown.
Across many years
I chased every pleasure found
In other places,
But each was lacking something
Proven in your words to me.
My nebulous thoughts
Converge, enfold your body
In a field tender
As the minute sensation
Of love, long-deferred, come due.
Myself, my sight, is
Frequent as light traveling
Across space and time
To portray your perfect poise
Provided contrasting darkness.
I have now become
More than distant yesterdays;
Music you wrote, soft,
Upon the flesh, heart, dancing
Beneath your strong, gentle hands.

Discovery

The verdict is in; my Galaxy S8 does not require replacement. The battery has expanded and prised the back apart from the front. My guru can fix it, so that is one colossal expenditure I shall avoid. Thankfully my OtterBox has kept it together thus far. Another week of weirdness should be all the phone gives.

I get the feeling
Your hands touching, soothing me
Practiced perfectly,
My reaction is in kind,
Relatively well-balanced.

I cannot tell you
I do not know all the words,
For his meaning, see.

Love is no vague tale,
It is solid as the selves shared
With the two of us.

Sometimes you win all,
Others you lose more than ought
Fortunate are times
When you discover graces
You never dared to think real.

I Voted

This is the first time in a long time that I did not vote early. I walked right in, was processed, and voted. It was good because standing in line would have been difficult.

If you have not yet voted, please do it. There is still time. I was hesitant this time around, but I had a few champs telling me I must.

It was 46 degrees out there. Not the best temp for a lightweight jacket.

Love is what I see
When confronted with your face,
A particular grace.

******

I thought I owned
Myself in this quiet time
I find my heart has
Another idea in mind;
You have taken me, no crime.