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My Red dreams


Danae by Gustav Klimt

She
sleeps,
My Red.
Slumbering
deep
alongside,
I feel her dreams
seep,
into me,
fitful and fractious or
calm and light.
Through them all
she holds.
Not a thousand times a thousand
treasures or other delights
could draw me away this night.
For she has been long sought
this red curled angel
of fairness
This soft, sweet beckoning
beauty
in endearing repose
A creature not easily known
but by a few men
bold enough to unlock the magic
of her soul.
I count myself a fool
to hold such a fortune
as this in my arms
And will continue
to play the fool
for her all my days
to come.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

3am Wonderings


Three hours after midnight
Three hours before dawn
I wake
Why?
Who knows but my internal clock
It tells me its time to think on things
that only bring
a sigh, a laugh, or a tear
on why my life
turned this way or not.
Lamp light filtering through
to a curtained life best seen
in the starkness
of the day
lest the fanciful or melancholy
meandering mind of me think
on the oddness of my ways
long or shortsighted as both
sides of me can be.
Never trusting either.
So I wonder of
Them all, I and it.
And you.
You alongside
always affirming
always striving
always dreaming
always seeing
always loving
and I wonder at you
the beauty
the strength
the grace
the audacity
the splendor
the vulnerability
I am home
in you
I feel it in my bones
I am home.

by Philip Wardlow 2018