SHEENA MOSIER.

       THIS COUPLE AND OTHER POEMS

This Couple

 Let me lay upon your chest,

before we make love, let us

rest.  For so long I’ve dreamed

of this, thinking about it now,

makes my eyes mist.

Slowly, I lift my head away,

the torment in his eyes, is

not okay.

As she looks upon my face,

my arms around her,

in an embrace.

If only she knew what’s in my

heart, how do I tell her that soon,

we may have to part.

This couple before me are

obviously in love, the serenity

between them, soft as a dove.

Their hearts, I hate to break,

but one of them, I will suddenly

take. 

Love is boundless, love is free,

something kept between me, he

and thee.

Cherish your loved ones while

you can, none of us know what

is in God’s plan.

The Cave

I have a dream of living in a cave.

innside the cave is everything that

I need.

It is nestled below the falls,

iIn a nice dry alcove.  It is not

visible by the naked eye.

First, you must go below the old miner

tracks. These tracks are glorious

because of the different gems in

the wall that were mined here.

Gemstones adorn the walls, gold and

silver specks that sparkle from the

ceiling  down.

Off to the left is my sleeping quarters.

It has many pillows and quilts that

adorn it. 

Every cavern in the cave is noted for

something.  The cooking room, the

sitting room and the Astrology room

to name a few.

Out the back entrance of the cave

is a flowery wilderness.  All

different varieties, roses, lilacs,

lilies of the valley and so many more.

 Further out, pass the flowers

are trees, many trees of different

varieties. They overshadow each

other, Oak, Maple and Willows.

The trees bow to each other in the

shape of a beautiful tunnel leading

through fruit trees and finally to the

vegetable garden.

The garden is flanked by benches, set

in specific ways to enhance all the

gardens that surround them.

They are surrounded by frog and fish ponds. At night,

They light up so that we enjoy watching them,

in the dark, beneath the moon glow.

These are my hopes and dreams, but not

necessarily in a cave.

 Senses

 Barefoot, she went out the door,

not knowing, what she was going

for.

She felt as if a blindfold covered

her eyes, as she walked beneath

the darkened skies.

She stopped, wondering, what

way must she go, waiting for

the wind, to tell her so.

Beneath her feet, she felt the

soft ground, she found herself

spinning around.

She could smell the soft, moist

dew, the next thing she knew,

she was back in her room with

you.

Sheena Mosier