By Charles Robert Lindholm 2-24-2017 4:50 a.m.
I wait for her each morning
in the backside of the night
in the final hours of darkness
just before, the dawn’s first light
I long for her arrival
so in darkness I can see
and I listen like a lover
to her whispered words
for me Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I believe in the light
that isn’t shining yet
I believe in the dawn
of a brand new day
The darkness surrounds me
the silence is deafening Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Sitting in the dark Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
You are beautiful Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
affinity
the afternoon and evening
the morning and night
chasing each other
around the world
in endless delight Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Aren’t we all gypsies Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
There is no demarcation zone,
no welcome platform
where we can greet
with fanfare
the arrival
of the newest
and next
moment in time,
Now Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
sunshine sneaks
…..………………..into her room
and kisses her
…….………………in bed
it wraps his warmth
……………………around her Continue reading
