This Beauty
   My Heart
      Could see the No
              Hope 
With fears thrown on
      the fire to keep
           us warm
             tonight

I'm fearing absentia
     missed and
         Lost on pure 
            fruit-filled Faith 
                     A Basket 
                  always empty 
                Before Love
              Can Stand 
            Knowing

          our Love 
      not ours alone 

And my Palm 
is Visible to me 
  Raised to Care 
       in the Empty 
                  Light 
filled on Broth 
          & stirred 
          emotions 

 to soothe
   the already 
          Soothing 
            turn a Day
 from light to dusk 
     & Rest Knowing

by John Edward Culp


The Dreams
        that never Die 
         & will never be the
               Same again
 
for Now has no plural 
                           form
And Time is A Name in 
                   Passing 
  the Half Full Cup
    that's alway finding
       the new 
        Completion 
        to Reach for 
without bending, just
               Standing Here 

    Sleep finds me,
 Baggage at the Door,
      fallen to pillow
        where confusion
         loosens its weave
 Drawn to the fragrance 
                 of things to be

 Yes, I say yes, in my Dreams!

        The Dreams that 
      never Die & will never
              be the same again.



  Written the morning of 
Monday, October 10, 2022
   by John Edward Culp