Wednesday, November 9, 2011 james robert

maybe a log cabin in the woods
embraced by huge evergreen trees
in the foothills at the harbor
high above calm blue seas

maybe a fire in the hearth
a good book in your hands
reading poems to a lover
yet making no demands

maybe a moonlit walk
on a path well known
near a place in your heart
that you've always called home

maybe a star studded
or moon lit sky
or a sunset for the ages
to a westward looking eye

maybe this and more
maybe all of the above
maybe these are some reasons
for a word called love

11/9/ james robert