3:15 am

The middle of the night...the best time of the day.

 

 

3:15 am

 

 

3:15 am…blurred red numbers tell as

I stir, reaching for what I have seen,

grasping for the moments spent in the presence of beauty

as once again you have visited me in a dream…

 

Pure white flowing whispered fabrics and butterfly trails

awash of waterfalls cascading and mountain top zephyrs,

rock face delights collect on horizons of hope

as softness frames your luminescent face

 

My eyes focus in the darkness

as your touch remains real on my skin

I am still while stars sleep in crescent moon hammocks

How can this be, I am alone, yet I was not, for I could see

 

You were searching for me,

barefoot on lush green vistas, daisy paths and buttercup drops

neath cotton candy clouds suspended

above echoes of love songs harmonizing with our heart beats 

 

Night outside my window keeps time in silent motions,

slowly sweeping breezes form rhythmic patterns

and poetry settles upon my body

as I continue to write within my now awakened mind

 

Destiny beckons in fruited winds

as chocolate eyes find luscious views of nature’s majesty

Your skins glows of spring blooms in petal’d bliss

and opal desires in the warmth of the day

 

But I had found you…you had found me…

my desperate wanderings have shown me the prize, illumined the joy

lingering in your smile…your eyes

your touch which stays with me even as I lay alone…still dreaming

 

Sun beamed passions follow you, caress you in

dancing shadows of flowing brown hair

breathing of morning glory skies

and shimmering dragonfly wings

 

At this early hour, with an apricot moon peering through the curtains

and these words which have found me

playing among my thoughts, I now realize

that my every dream is you...you are my poetry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Poem inspired by the beautiful picture sent to me by my beautiful friend, Frieda

Reviews

[InsanityWriter]

"Pure white flowing whispered fabrics and butterfly trails
awash of waterfalls cascading and mountain top zephyrs,
rock face delights collect on horizons of hope
as softness frames your luminescent face"

Absolutely lovely Jack! This piece is just brimming with gorgeous imagery...

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much for your kind words and this smile I now wear.

[ANTO]

I stir, reaching for what I have seen,
grasping for the moments spent in the presence of beauty

[Jack...]

Thanks so much for visiting my friend.

[Angel]

Lovely.
There really is no other word for this. It absolutely sings...
You never cease to amaze me, Jack!

[Jack...]

Thank you so much sweet Angel, (and Rags too). :)

[Angel]

Woof! Woof!

[Baby Ricochet]

Reads like a colab with Frieda. Good job youngsters

[Jack...]

In a way it was BR. Thanks so much.

[Kelly Scheppers]

From the "mountain top zephyrs" to the "crescent moon hammocks", I was captivated! The middle of the night is truly one of my favorite times to write. I've always felt more connected to my muse, somehow. Or, perhaps it's just the silence...

But this, THIS is a work of art! My compliments to Frieda for bestowing "the revelation of a dream".
YOU are poetry, Jack!!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much for you always kind words Kelly. You have painted a huge smile on my face this morning.

[Souladareatease]

...like this...That's Beauty Jack-Absolute capture Sir!!!
Love this...Pen Painted!!!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[kublakhan27]

You always manage to leave me at a loss for words...I know reviews are supposed to have at least a bit of technical depth to them, but it's hard to adopt that principle to your work, as it is all about emotion..."your touch remains real on my skin"...that line really resonated with me, as did the end...sterling work my friend.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Steve. I appreciate it. I can only right what i feel and sometimes this is what comes out.

[kublakhan27]

It's the best way to write :)

[Jack...]

Or write...however you want to spell it. Thanks so much again.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Wow! I like this one inspired by a beautiful photo.
You have a fixed time to see her in your dreams...
Everyone of us finds the most peaceful time to write...and yours is at that time.
Wonderful words, Jack. Great!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Margueritte for your kind words today. I appreciate your visit to my poetry.

[David Scott]

A very wonderful inspiration indeed Jack. Now you shall inspire the next poet and become a part of their poetry... The circle of life in this dream world as it crosses the road of reality.
Beautifully penned Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much sir. I am pleased you enjoyed it. FYI - I actually did wake up at 3:15 am with a portion of this poem finding me.

[Frieda P]

I knew if anyone could do that image justice, it'd be you Jack, and of course you far exceeded my expectations. Just breathtakingly gorgeous, I don't think it gets much more romantic than this and the finish is a kicker, you cinch it all together with an apricot moon...*sigh*

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my sweet friend. I was hoping you would be proud of my effort with the beautiful picture you sent.

[Frieda P]

Extremely, as soon as I glanced that painting, I thought Jack could write this....