Sunday, October 4, 2009


In the other room,

a piano, softly, plays.


I'm watching the clouds now;

shifting shapes,


drifting along,

with my thoughts...

...Your fingers, on the keys,

brush the elements:

a body of motion,

you've seemed.

to me.


As clement,

is this beauty,

a touch, pierces the heart.

The softness of skin, lingers,

in each subtle touch

of melody...

...and, You are here,..

..but not.


I'll open up myself,

to Nature,

and, Time's

inclement moments.


We'll embrace the clouds

this evening;

sharing, each stroke;

each, swept hands, brush.



as I linger here,

half-way to you

and the skies blessings;

Like some love-struck field-hand,

The light, at least, for now, my Love,

has settled


the Clouds.

`x~William ~ copyright 10/04/09.
[Ps: this poem has been published in another venue]


Luna Mauvaise © 2009 said...

This invokes beautiful imagery in my mind. Lovely work.


Sunflower Ranch said...

William!!! Who says romance is dead?? This moving piece is lushly romantic and not in a sappy way but in a realistic, very adult way -- very layered and evocative and simply gorgeous!! Thank you so much for sharing it with us. I've been off for a long time and wow, I picked the best day to return. You've got my day off to a fabulous start!!! :D

William H. Balzac said...

Luna~~mucho-mucho thank you's I'm sending your way! :)


Sunflower Ranch~~Good to see you again. Yes..there is romance & fantasy crowding up my mind lately (That's a good thing, actually)...thanks, for being such a good reader of my poems.