What She Means to Me

Like fog

         Your coming was

       Unnoticed; suddenly

There you were, materialized

  Beside me, speaking words,

             Encouraging 

                 My pen

                Like stones

            Falling in shafts

    The air grew cold, fearful

How could I write, even want to

    If you, my heart, were gone?

              I wept buckets

                   Of tears

                  Insight

           Slowly did Dawn

 Break the gloom; colors drew

My world with Faith; discovery --

    Anyone makes me laugh

       She who draws tears

                  Owns me

                    Not one

              To set my hand

      To plows and then forsake;

   I turn toward you just as flowers.  

          Seek the sun’s energy

              You fill my heart

                    With joy.

© 2017 David W. Palmer