Life and Love

Leaving the surity of harsh winter of the northern plains
Life has shifted to the unpredictable weather of the southern plains
And so has shifted my daily routine
I still do not witness the dawn
and only sometimes I get to see the dusk
but now I have the joy and the sorrow
of the privacy and the confinement of a cubicle
all day long, five days a week

Yes, life has changed, for better or worse
I do not know, but I do know
that now I dream a lot less, and
I am not nearly as restless, but
I notice the eyes of a woman, which
are as beautiful as an eclipsed sun
as naughty as a puppy on the run
and at times as watery as an ocean

Life has turned, upside down or downside up
I am not sure, but I can now usurp
the warm silkiness of a woman's embrace
on a silvery moonlit mild winter night
at a small distance from a crowd in sight
with fireworks decorating the sky in delight
policemen regulating traffic in a way so trite
and a teenage girl glancing,however so slight

Life has picked up such a pace
It feels like I have left the race
for I remain peacefully lost in thoughts
of a woman who says the most magical things
whose hair goes wild when it swings, and
fills the air with the sweetest smell
of love, care, attention, and thrill.