Joy Is... Ecstasy Is...

From my collection of poems titled “Eulogy for an Old Lover and Other Poems.”

Joy is…

     the holding of hands
     as we sit
     on the hood of
     our car

     under a night sky
     spread above us,
     with an array of stars

     beginning to appear
     as the blue hour
     fades into night, 

     scattered from
     horizon to horizon,
     framing the top 

     of mountains
     in the distance,

sitting in a dark silhouette.

Ecstasy is…

     the whoosh of air
     blowing through

your hair, in tangles,

     from cars racing up and down
     the interstate,

and you let out a laugh,

     and you let go of my hand
     to stand up
     on the side of the desert road
     and begin to profess

with a yell,

     arms outstretched
     at the night,

your love

     for the sky,
     and the stars,
     and the night,
     and the unseen moon,
     and the unseen sun,

and to our Creator,
Who is unseen but seen—

     Who gave us this gift of the moment, where

your joy,
your ecstasy,
     becomes

my passion,
my everything 

     that I express
     through my one
     long,
     soulful
     kiss,
     to
     your
     tender
     lips.

This poem and others like it can be found in the following collection, Eulogy for an Old Lover and Other Poems, available now on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.