Love Poems

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Morning Rain

Author by
JASON STURNER

This morning there was much rain,
forcing the birds into trees,
the butterflies beneath leaves.

I stand at the open window,
listening for the cool silence
between raindrops.

I begin to wonder
about time machines,
about being fully absorbed into the future:

          The full view of a sunset
          from our porch chairs,
          a cat resting at our feet.
          Faces aged, a hand
          holding a hand.
                And the wind
          comes down from flowered hills,
          filling the home with fragrances.
          Everything is golden orange
          like a softly glowing jewel.

I blink and turn from the window.
Another routine day begins.
The echoes of my heartbeat
will mingle with the rain.

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About Love

Author by

JASON STURNER

We do not need thoroughfares
when love seeks the heart

Such is the way of love—
always destined, never sought

We do not need gold coins
when love comes without cost

Such is the value of love—
always priceless, never bought

We do not need a wise man
when love speaks through art

Such is the beauty of love—
always instilled, never taught


And we do not need a ruse
when love surrenders to us all

Such is the enigma of love—
always mysterious, never caught