Porch Dreaming.

by Harry

Posted for cobbies69

As I sit on my porch,

Browsing the scenery in front of me,

Crying quietly to myself.

Dare I admit what I can see?

Easy if you have the right words.

Final rays of sun slowly fades,

Grabbing the last piece of land,

Hands and bony fingers stretch.

I now know where I want my life to go.

Just before its final farewell,

Kisses of love I blow.

Love is never easy to say goodbye.

My love is no different.

Never would I want to be anywhere else,

Only now, this beauty whisking me away.

Place its arms around me

Question it not, just let myself drift.

Rocking gently, back and forth,

Stretched forth my legs

Touching the creaky wooden boards.

Upsetting, the blackness now drawing in.

Visual pictures now in my mind

With imagination, very rife and active.

X-ray vision! no! not black and white

Yellows and oranges are there for all.

Zig zagging beams disappear for another day.

Enjoy Harry thanks Gerry.

2 Comments to “Porch Dreaming.”

  1. No problem Gerry its a lovely poem.

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