Dr. Jones

Gentle words spoken in the afternoon,

I listen in the twilight of my work day,

alone in the office, and riveted.

Racing the red hawks on my way home,

your voice flew like campfire sparks, igniting my mind.

Kindling rosy daydreams in my heart,

until I am made new, soft as a child ~

sweetened by wild blueberries,

warm under covers on snowy nights.

And when the wind howls like a banshee, pull me in closer,

“You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Northern lights above, we two, stretched out on the beach

under a pile of wool blankets….

watching the mighty green and gold brothers

drive their chariots across the canvas of night,

racing to hold the hands of a pink fire, dancer in the sky.

My eyes are open, glowing, with a new kind of vigor for life,

as the electricity of you goes racing through my veins.

Oh, happy kindness, gentle soul….

you have already conquered all resistance.

The weather is quickly changing, rolling her heat over

pulling her thick mane of clouds over your house,

fixing her blue-green eyes on you.

Do you feel her in the air?

Shaking with excitement, until your windows rattle?

And dripping with the condensation of her breath,

exhaling words like gifts from a land long forgotten, Dr. Jones

All from pictures drawn, of hot air balloons, of being next to you,

over Niagra Falls and the rarest natural beauties….

wandering the woods happily, as deer do.