Chapter 13 - The Longest Day

Good morning my dearest lady friend, 

friend I so long to hold and touch 

touch that of an acquaintance, 

an acquaintance of what has grown beyond the horizon, 

the horizon of what love, love between two hearts,

two hearts that will continue to grow, 

growing upon one another 

one another as we embrace that of what time 

time will show in its own reward for us to see 

to see and accept

accept like that of the birds song 

the birds song we both, you and I

hear calling, like you do every morning

every morning  from the eves of your home.  

I lied down upon the shadows of comfort, 

thinking of you last night before midnight,

my thoughts, our thoughts, 

thoughts blossoming like a rose 

like a rose on a warm spring season of its day, 

I rise upon that of early morning darkness, 

I still continue thinking of you, 

yes, I think thoughts of you 

you and the love of friendship we both share

and have for one another,

I whisper, yes I whisper, I whisper these words,

These words I whisper out loud one more time,

its a magic carpet ride 

its ride takes me, it takes me into 

its 3 am hour of darkness, 

no, no I can not sleep, 

I pray though that you are, 

I pray that your soul rests upon a dream made for two.

With the thought of writing in my journal 

Red Rose Journal of Love

The love of a man and a woman, 

how they have become that of one 

one through the words of a beautiful mute woman

a mute womans lyrical eyes, 

I continue writing of the love they both want, 

they both want and share.

I now stare upon a blank canvas of whiteness 

I begin to engrave my thoughts 

thoughts of what could become the longest day, 

the longest day of the year,

I rest my head now and I hope

hoping that you dream of these words I write, 

yes these words I now write, I write them for you.

The Longest Day

I sit waiting for the sun to rise, 

last nights memories 

that which continues to lie down now 

lie down now under the blanket 

another blanket of beauty, 

beauty of its own darkened sky, 

my hands hold a coffee, 

one that warms them  

and doughnut, its rush of sugar, 

its sweetness, its sweetness

embraces my lips and my hands, 

I smell that of fresh baking bread, 

its aroma, its aroma 

wakens my senses's 

to that of early childhood memories, 

memories of when mom,

mom would spend her day, 

Christmas day making bread, 

preparing a day of celebration 

a day of celebration for all to feast

nurture on what gift of food 

god will grace our table with. 

The Song Sparrow,

sings its morning melody 

The American Robin, 

its red breast, full in color, 

he dances 

dances to the signs 

signs of an early spring of season coming, 

its warmth, 

its beauty my eyes see 

amongst this early morning sunrise 

it opens the curtain of a new day 

a new day shining its own flavor of beauty, 

beauty I now see 

I now see reflecting upon every window pain, window pain 

showing a glimpse of blue, blue sky, 

white clouds, yes, white clouds, small and large

like cotton floating in a sea 

a sea of shaded bloom, a loom of azure

my eavesdropping, my delicate ear 

hears a near by stream of running water

a song, a symphony, an overture all its own.

Its midday, midday afternoon now, 

thanking god in my own way 

my own way for the meal I just finished, 

the sun,

he now starts to rest his weary eyes, 

this warmth I've felt all day now,

now she closes in on her mate of twilight, 

signs of evenings first star, 

oh, oh to see these two 

to see theses two romance one another, 

it brings a smile, yes a smile,

one that just grows and grows,

grows upon my exterior, 

its beauty, its grandeur, its repute, 

its renowned popularity,

I watch another day's curtain close

closing in on a gift, a gift of a memory, 

a memory etched in my mind, 

now I sit with pen in my hand 

pen in my hand 

telling you why 

telling you why i love you so.  

© 2010 Arthur Henn