dream lover

Dream lover

I know that you have sorrow
And it rides you like a stone.
It makes the weary heart,
hate the world it’s always known.

I know you have that demon,
rides you and won’t let go.
I know you fear the world will judge,
that which you cannot show.

I ask you now to trust,
in what you have no sight to see.
Believe in love, believe in faith,
believe in you and me.

That pain you fear,
that all will see,
cannot pierce this shield.
That which arms are made to hold.
That which love will cause to be.

I see you there and know your pains,
even those you seek to hide.
I am not afraid to take up the sword
and fight along your side.

You cannot know the deepness,
of what my heart feels for you.
You must trust that I am there,
with honor and commitment too.

Be not afraid of time, my love,
for fate will not let you hide.
Do not fear this path you walk,
I’m walking by your side.

The Quirky Chick

She never listens to what is said
to busy making up riddles
to share with her inner child.

She attempts to find the thread of conversation
for she doesn’t wish to offend.
She is sincere in her regard

She is often forgiven
by they who understand
they love her despite her ways
though, they are not quite sure why.

Somehow, they have learned her
and know her heart is pure
though, she is hard to hold,
and harder still to comprehend
they embrace her for her laughter.
She returns their faith with joyful kisses.

One moment they are quite sure
that she is a child inside
when with a flick,the eyes change
and insight rides her tongue like a light
and sets the world on it’s edge.
A tilted view of something oft seen
but never contemplated,
quite the way she sees it.

She stands often on her head
figuratively, (we all hope)
Alice in wonderland…
without the endless corrections and questions
Alice embracing the madness.

She knows herself well,
and is not fooled
she is full of shortcomings,
bad habits,
stubbornness is her old enemy,
and pride makes her a fool at times
but she is joyous
accepting the things she lacks.
Owning them the way she owns her socks.

Who is this woman?
Why do we like her so?
We can never find this answer
for she herself will never know.

His eyes

Deep reflections
Wondering steps
Mysterious pools of laughter
Temptations doorway
Miracles edge
A sweet poem not yet heard

Quiet serenity
Clarity granted
A lonely moment of contentment
A blister of pain, quickly covered
A small quake of passion
A second of worry, a year of pain
An endless questing for answers

I see it all when I look within
his eyes.
those beautiful orbs of light..
and I wonder
I wonder
what he is seeing in mine..
while I am contemplating his



gripping the wheel
I lean forward
I look left
I look right
I prepare to pass
anticipating the horns in my ears
I check the mirror again, and again
I try to stay focused
I try not to let my mind wander
Wow…shoes are on sale
“Look forward woman!”
Whew..that was close.
Must pay attention..
I think I am ready
to start the car.

When I look into your eyes

When I look into your eyes
I see what I desire.
The ebb, the flow
The stop, and go
the integrity of your gaze.

When I look at your hands
I see what brings me  joy.
The big, the small
the love of it all
the sensitivity of your touch.

When I look at your smile
I see what brings me hope.
The soft, the sweet
the quick, the neat
the completion of your kiss.

When you look at me
I see what brings me awe.
The love, the care
the always being there
the finding of my hearts choice.


With hand and heart
I reach for you
I need no other thing.
Some may need a bit of fame
I need what bids my heart to sing.

Some may need their freedom
freedom for me is found in a kiss
freely given, freely sought
a thing I would dearly miss.

Some need bows and paper
to make their spirit fine.
I need only one thing dear
the feel of your hand in mine.

The Voice

I hear you in my head.
I am not sure that it matters
but the words just takes all doubt
and shakes it until it shatters.

Like a presence in my heart
your words just touch me deeply.
For in your words ring truth and light
and that is why they hit so steeply.

I hear you, and you see me
and we never once need rush
for with a grin, a chuckle, a laugh
the world will pause, and hush.

For it is time to talk now
it is time to pause and see
that this is someone I can trust.
Who’s presence makes me free.

a woman’s heart

When a woman gives you her heart
in friendship, love, or affection.

You must seek to see
to really, really, see
the gift that you have been given.

For in a woman’s heart
castles are built
empires destroyed
universes created
and heavens lost.

In a woman’s heart
anything is possible.

She makes things happen
with the power of her feeling.

She does not give up.
She does not forget.
She does what must be done.
She gives all, and gives it
until she is spent.
and broken.

If you love a woman
you sustain her
with a smile
a word
a mere brush of the hand.

She can live off so very little
but deserves so very much.

When you cultivate a woman’s heart
amazing things can grow
and blossom.

Beautiful things that make you gasp,
in wonder,
that such beauty exists
simply because a woman’s heart
loved your heart so well.


When you condemn yourself
in front of me
you steal my right to be angry.

I am not allowed to own my anger.
I am left feeling slightly guilty
and wishing
just once
that you would not preempt me
by going through the cycle
of never ending
diversionary tactics.

Why can I not be allowed
to voice my rightful

I am shut away
with tears in my throat
with words I cannot say.

A Man

A man walks along
with age in his step
and young men pass him
with little time to pause
to wonder at his expression.
They must not tarry.
They have important things
to see, to do, to be.
No time have they
for old men, with gentle
walking steps.

Then one day
the clock ticks
and they notice,
with a start,
that time has closed
their casket up
and they are left
with only wisdom
as they walk along
age in their step
while younger men pass.

I Shall Call You The Moon..

I shall call you the moon
for being a wolf
I worship you

a drug that draws me at close of day
a pale glow larger than myself
higher than ever could be reached by me
more beautiful than this shaggy fur

you draw me up on high plateaus
to stare in silent wonder wishing
until the music you cause
comes blushing out my jaws
in a howl of longing
howl of lust
howl of never free
never close
never wanting end of night

Every night at close of day
I climb and nestle down
awaiting a time when you appear
to refill my heart with life
to give my heart a lift
inspiration from your gentle presence

ability to continue on
with a promise
of a night next filled with moonlight.


Ava Reeves

I wrote this poem in hopes that it would bring peace to a hurting heart. I never got the chance to give it personally, of course. I hope that somehow in the cosmos there is a way to convey this single thought on his behalf. I wrote it in first person, so should he read it he knows the thought I wish to convey.

AVA Reeves Poem.











You were but a wisp of life’s longing.
You were but a wee thing to see
and yet within your tiny soul
you grasped a part of me.

In losing you, I lose my breath,
my heart is fair to die.
But I must go on, and I must heal
though, my soul screams endless why

I cannot let myself but think
that I’d be better still,
to never have dreamt of your sweet face
or with regrets let my heart fill.

for though it was but fleeting,
my heart it felt great joy
and a lesson of love, I learned it well
that true love is not a toy.

I lay you here to rest awhile
but dare not fear we part
for though your body is in the ground
your soul rests beneath my heart.