tiny nooks

tiny nooks with you

reading to me softly

doing that thing you do

transporting us to a place

where nothing much matters

beyond chocolate covered scapes

and eyes that pry

we swim with the moon

in our makeshift starlit sky

~coffee syrup kisses~

take me back to 

ice cream cones 

in bistro chairs 

where our 

happily ever after 

began its love affair 

where a northern wind 

in its subtle state

whisked away fears

drying silent tears

that day when  

nothing or no one 

could quite capture 

our very visible rapture 

as coffee syrup kisses grew wings 

climbing to meet the raven 

our solitude, our haven 

~holiday~

let us take holiday on the moon 

whilst the sun serenades eyes heavy 

floating to a magician’s tune 

won’t you build me a swing 

slowly sing to me 

that song you like to sing 

for then we shall fly 

collecting constellations 

barefoot in a night sky 

whisper sweetly like you do 

as the stars giggle 

when my cheeks change hue 

let us take holiday on the moon 

with no thoughts 

of ever returning soon 

~the path most traveled~

that trip you find

as you close your eyes,

the one that needs not a map

nor latest trendy technology,

but simply a heart that adores

the one where the path naturally soars

beyond rocky crags and tree-lines

to the river that flows below

that place where a heart

simply knows its glow

hints of laughter filled clouds

floating between chocolate kisses

to bygone gestures

in a gentleman’s chivalry

to cordial wishes

given in exclusively

that trip you find

as you close your eyes

the one where courage

sinks below the whys

for spaces silent know the way

of two lovers traveled

never cognizant or of ability to betray