Love Grows

Stretched around my being, her beauty absorbs me
Separated and together love grows like a tsunami
Fleeting disbelief stares me into boneless goo
A lifetime given and love remains solid in you.

Dawn breaks loudly upon my open mind
Ever reminding the daily request of desire
You are the treasure I shall always find
As setting sun captures my eternal fire.

Tangled destiny wraps its fingers on life,
Past embraces remain future rewards
Murky dreams are clear hope’s award
Forever glad I asked you be my wife.

Robert Dodson
June 19, 2009

My Texas

She fills my spirit with awesome beauty,
Her peaks struggle to reach cerulean sky,
Valleys shelter my spirit tenderly,
Sandy white shore touch ocean’s subtle sigh.
A looming vista lands on my senses,
Desert opens barren retreat discerned
Bluebonnets spread allure among fences
About my lady much is to be learned.
Freedom’s love fights for honor glorified
Urban and rural cowboys brag proudly,
Victory’s slogan shouted turned the tide
The bells of liberty echoed loudly.

Rarely has a feeling arrived vexes
Many who hail the grandeur of Texas.

Robert Dodson
June 18, 2009

The Bad Dream

Twisted mind harbors the fleet of troubled terror,
Demon of self rises to ply a ruse of golden joy,
Angels gather potions of love to embed the furor
Shadowed figure leaps from shelved Tolstoy.

Wandering caravan travels inner corridors blood,
Eerily long tendrils of smoke reach throbbing throat,
The gurgling frothy blood begins its raging flood,
Soaking the dapper trapper’s funeral coat.

The doctor pensively eyes the mangled scene,
Saying I’ll have coffee with sugar and cream.
Bird like nurses begin the daily ritual preen
Suddenly awakened the patient had a bad dream.

Robert Dodson
June 16, 2009

Freedom

Where does fleeting freedom shine its hope now?
Lady Liberty dances around my soul,
I have seen her wiped from furrowed brow
It is on the miners face darkened by coal.
Freedom unfurls its being through the land,
Found in cities and farms among mountains,
The loving couple walking on the sand,
The Marine standing at stiff attention.
It is beginning to climb a great wall,
Symbols of won victory call loudly,
Stars and Stripes waves singly to call,
Passing citizens salute so proudly.

Time and freedom lie upon blowing wind,
Freedom waits only for the human mind.

Robert Dodson
June 15, 2009

Destination of Living

The breeze flailed the corn like a wicked mistress,
The endless green rows rippled like crashing waves,
Abruptly the air became as a soothing morning shave,
Handing heavens’ backdrop a heartaches loving caress.

We wish, we dream, we never learn and we wonder why,
Of nothing are we sure, yet the wind continues to blow.
A life lived true becomes its own journey traveled slow,
Savoring moments shouldered in minds own closed eye.

Happiness enjoyed reflects a future yesterday yet to be,
Today is a tomorrow that will never find its memory
Under a starry night in a moonless dark big sky,
The destination of living never hears heralded sigh.

Robert Dodson
June 14, 2009