Time is a mystery
For we create the ticking hands
That turn the world
And spin the silver stars
To guide the seas to start.
Nothing exists except this second here,
And all that’s in our hearts.
© Phillip Mellor 2014
Month: December 2014
The Circle
You are the breezes of my heart,
You are my heart that sings the breeze
To catch the song of morning birds,
The circle now complete.
The way you edge the nighttime tune,
And move along the starlight rhyme,
For you I give my all to say
You my sacred time.
That with which I spend my worth,
All the gold there is on earth
To ebb the essence of truest you
Forever green and blue.
And what is true in all things you,
Is me and you together,
For as you say no one can falter
When love is true forever.
Now underneath the tree we kiss
In the midst of falling leaves,
And know right here the truest tryst,
The circle now complete.
Phillip Mellor 2014
already home
one day, by the sea, we shall sit like this,
half-asleep with coffee kisses and warm hugs,
looking out upon the earth’s wide wonder,
out there over yonder, over the great green abyss
and bless all our clumsy missteps,
and the roads not taken.
for if i’m not mistaken we have awakened in the shade
of the sycamore’s golden curls
blessed in the light of love.
Phillip Mellor 2014
Cabernet
A glass of red wine has a certain opulence,
A deep swimming sophistication.
Sweet berries bright and bold
Fermented and full in the vessel.
Like a heart of love spilt fresh upon the snow,
She sings the song of lovebirds
Beckoning her lover inside.
A sip at her lips, an offering of beauty
Surrendering to the dawn.
The morning of haze in the eyes
And Love in the heart.
Phillip Mellor 2014
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