By Charles Robert Lindholm
He goes to work each morning
He’s up before the sun
Coffee’s in the kitchen
His toast is almost done
He’s not a workaholic
He just likes to work real hard
He thinks his time is better spent
Someplace other than the yard Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Your leaving me is like a monsoon season
Constant thoughts of you
pounding
on the tin roof of my mind
day and night
like water torture Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
rainy days
remind me
how much I miss
the warmth
and the light
of the sun Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
We watched the glowing flares
along the horizon of the Cortez Sea
shot by dawn into the sky
formal notice of the coming of the day Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
My soul it is an eagle
come join me on the flight
across the clear blue skies
to the Edges of the Night Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
He took my wife
like a villian
in a fairy tale
fantasy
like a black knight
on a stallion
he stole my love
from me Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
So many times I’ve struggled
so many people knew
I’d do the best I could
and somehow muddle through
Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Softly Sundown comes
to put the day to bed
dusting off the dirt
kissing the hurts Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Why is it that Love hurts?
Even when things are going right
Being apart puts a hurt on your heart
that’s like being held underwater
Being “In Love” makes silence painful
a crushing need and desire to hear the voice
of the one that soothes your soul
Is it the inner fear,
that feeling of anxiety
from childhood when the lights go out
that we are really alone?
Why do I long to hear Your Voice?
yearn for Your touch
desire to be with You
wrapped up in Your arms
You are my Touchstone
You are home to me
being with You
reassures me
that I am not alone
I have faith in our love
and it is strong
but sometimes
in the darkness
without a light
in the middle of the night
I need to touch my Touchstone
so I know I’m not alone
or in a dream
You are My Touchstone
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By Charles Robert Lindholm
She stands high upon the bluff
a silhouette of one
lonely on the shore
It’s what she’s always done
She is a lonely beacon
that beckons all to come
unnoticed by the multitudes
but cared about by some Continue reading
