poem too soon

she is underneath the setting sun

but she hangs above the night

and i would be a liar

if i said i wasn't attracted to her strength

the way she can pull me up with her climb

i sit in the meadow

watching the geese move their way

and as enraptured i am by their beauty

a perfect balance of grey,black and white

i always watch the symmetry of their flight

and yes i think of her

hovering in the space between black and white

and i know this poem is probably too soon

my ink sometimes doesn't wait for me

let me catch your wind again darlin

i promise to go as slow as you

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

Beautifully written, sweet and tender. Now you did it night, I need a box of tissues.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I don't think any woman could read this and not wish that it were written about her. Absolutely beautiful.

[caleb]

The first six lines have great strength and the rest of it help to solidify its main statement.