My Lovers Prayer

To hold me,
Touch me,
Kiss Me,
Hear my voice one more time.

To see me smile,
To hear me laugh,
To feel my gentle touch,
To make love.

To never let go.
To make me understand,
To give me love never dying.
To say “I Love You.”

My Lover’s Prayer,
My Lover, My Live, My Wife.
My Lover’s Prayer.
My Lovers, A Life that would never end.

My Lover’s Prayer,
To go back and start this all over.
My Lover,

Did it really end?
Gone now.
Hearts broken,
A cold stone,
A Name of Long Ago,

My Lover’s Prayer,
My Prayer.





Made Of Stone

Here I knell, head in hands.
Tears running down my burning cheeks.
Fearing the future, Hating the past.
Alone homeless my heart broken.

A lifetime we laughed and loved.
A world without hate, we had each other.
Each day we became closer.
Each year we became better lovers.

Today there is only silence.
Today my heart is scattered in the wind.
Today my dreams have been lost forever.
Today time has ceased.

The cold stone standing in the garden.
The words carved are only a name and dates.
They give nothing to the person who lies here.
The joy that she once brought, the love she gave to others.

In one moment she was there smiling.
The next it was gone as if erased from piece of paper.
As if she never existed, if only in a dream.
Yet the pain is real and memory vivid.

Here I knell head in hands.
The tears running down my burning cheeks.
Fearing the future, hating the past.
Alone, homeless, broken, and lost.





Cross Design: James Earl Wells Copyright 2009


Tomorrow May Never Come

The cool running water of a stream.
The warmth of a summer day.
The smell of your perfume.
The smooth softness of your skin.

Your beautiful brown eyes.
Looking deep into mine.
Your smile gives me comfort.
Your caress gives me joy.

If tomorrow never comes.
And I never see you again.
Will you know that I always Love You.
I always have and always will.


Photo Credit:  Unknown

Morning Love


She slips through the room not a noise does she make.
Her feet glide with beauty and grace.
She opens the curtains to let the new day sun in.
Her head leans back soaking in the sun.

Her heart beating ever so gently as she smiles to herself.
Her arms fold in front of her as if cradling a child.
She turns on one foot to take to the stairs as her gown slides up on the floor.
She smiles as she reaches the mirror on the bedroom door.

She turns again to watch him still sleeping with a smile on his face.
Her breathing becomes heavier as she slips back into bed ever so close.
He is a handsome strong man with dark hair.
His eyes as blue as the sky.

She parts her lips and kisses his neck as she closes her eyes.
Her smile becomes bigger as she pulls closer to his body.
She smells the musk of the love they had made.
She lays her arm around him and pulls herself closer.

He moves his body closer so he can feel her shape wrap around him.
He is not yet awake but the feeling of excitement fills his head.
Her breath on his neck is enough for him to know.
He rolls over with his eyes wide open smiling.

He pulls her close and she moans as his feels his breath on her breast.
His kisses travel down her body and she feels the bumps raise on her skin.
He stops and moves up to pull her to him and he kisses her.
And there is one last moan as they become one.


A Journey Of Sorts

I watched a butterfly today.
I heard a baby cry.
I looked up into the clear blue sky.
Nothing was there.

I walked in the woods.
I heard the birds sing.
I looked up into the ceiling of leaves.
Nothing was there.

I looked down to the grass.
I heard the song of the Cicadas.
I looked up across the field of grass.
Nothing was there.

I looked into the river.
I saw the fish feeding on the water top.
I heard the frogs singing.
I looked across the river.
Nothing was there.

I sat beneath a tree.
I closed my eyes.
And slowing my thought drifted into dreams.
As I traveled I saw the Baby in her crib.
Then I saw the birds on tree branches.
As i traveled I saw the Cicadas on the trees.
Then the fish jumped up out of the water.
And it winked at me.

When I awoke I heard everything.
My eyes were open and I saw everything.
I looked at my hands and I saw the world.
I looked at the sky and I saw the Master himself.
And he winked at me.

Then I knew the answer.
And I was in balance.
I smiled back at the Master.
And he smiled at me.


The warmth of a smile.
The beauty of the eyes.
The softness of the lips.
The curve of the neck.

The smell of the hair.
The smooth fair skin.
The gentle hands.
The bounce in a walk.

The time of day.
The brightness of the sun.
The cool of the breeze.
The setting of the sun.

All in one day.
The life of one person.
The Love they express.
The Hope that dwells deep within

The very essence of life lived.
The wonderful smells of the world.
And when the day is over.
The silence of sleep.

To wake to another day.
To love one more time.
To touch one more smile.
To live life and never forget.


In the darkness of the night.
And the dawn of the day.
I look for you.

A friend for life you have been.
A legacy you have left us.
To soon you have gone.

Many love you.
Many still do.
Others will wonder all about you.

We will miss you.
We will  miss your smile.
We will miss your voice.
We will look for those glowing eyes.

The laughter you have left us.
Is the greatest thing you can do.
We know you are in good hands.
We know that it is true.

But a little part of our life is missing.
And that part is you.

To my dear friend with Love.
Cindy Gayle (Moffatt) Gilliam
Oct. 7 1954 to April 17 2013