bit by bit as I approach …..
I feel the gentle pull ~
of the white petals
sprinkled delicately
along the sidewalk
beneath the flowering
pear trees
from where they had fallen
a captivating lure
like the saintly voice
that flows
from a mystical creature
known as ~ siren
I am pulled
toward you
my dear
sweet friend
how I yearn
to once again
take our
leisurely strolls
down the streets
of where you live
in Chesapeake
while sipping a Bloody Mary
or when we were
out and about
the streets of Richmond
we visited the reality of Poe
and then watched
our football team
at that place called
Buffalo Wild Wings
and never
to be forgotten
our day near
the Elizabeth River’s edge
at Deep Creek
Portsmouth City Park
then later by the dock
as we peered
across the waters
to Norfolk ……
~ it is because of times
like these
is why I know
for sure
you are The Muse
for me
who inspires me
because of who you are
to be more than
I thought
I would ever be
whether standing with you
in front of
the Chesapeake
Water Tower
or far away from you
when I hear your voice
as the siren of mystical times
while standing
under the branches
of a flowered
pear tree
with its
white petals ~ touching
my feet ….. being
forever pulled towards you
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~