Stardust Lovers

Stardust Lovers

It’s funny how my wife makes sense when I am in a mood,

I don’t know why it’s happening; it’s simply attitude,

I start to pay attention to all things she has to say,

The topic’s not important for the subject of the day.

There’s something ‘bout her laughing or the sparkle in her eye,

There’s something ‘bout the wonder that is building in her guy,

There’s something ‘bout her logic that is all a perfect fit,

I capture every nuance of her captivating wit.

Yet, subtle deep infused within what’s rendering as well,

A magic in relationship instilled to weave a spell,

I know that she is caught up for I sense it in her glance,

For it is Aphrodite who has swept us toward romance.

And, wondering of wondering it’s all a wondrous clime,

If she’s away a moment long I’m wonder’ng all the time-

What she is up to for I smile when toward room she nears,

Now, all the sense of loneliness just quickly disappears.

We see each other every day you’d think that we’d get bored,

Two specks of lover’s stardust fell and upwardly we soared,

And, for today the Lord has blessed and smiling from above,

For two found stardust lovers are once more again in love!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 29, 2018

My All to Thee

My All to Thee

Where is our God of heav’n rewards,

To single child or teaming hordes,

We all know pain if great or small,

True suffering is known to all.

Yet, if a father carries child,

Through every danger in the wild,

And, with a carriage strolls the kid,

Produces her an invalid.

It is a grandfather we yearn,

To coddle through life’s toughest turn,

With each request we want him bless,

A constant, softened breathless, “Yes”!

The world has joy, but also stain,

The constant thing I learn with pain,

The greatest hope I have for me,

Is when I give my all to Thee!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 23, 2018

The Cold (I'm Sick)

The Cold (I’m Sick)

I haven’t had a cold in years, of this there is no doubt,

I wish someone would come along and simply knock me out,

The drippy, sneezy, sore throat thing which has me in its grip,

So I will make a special tool to slide inside and rip.

I’d rip out every tickle that develops into cough,

And, every spot that forms a drip which makes my nose a trough,

I’d rip out all the cobwebs which are cluttering my head,

And, all the irritation in my chest I rather dread.

My wife has banished me to basement oh so far away,

The cats and I curl on the couch in symbiosis lay,

I cough, and sneeze and carry on; the cats don’t even stir,

I think they turn the volume up with each and every purr.

With all the ills that mankind has it could be far much worse,

Yet, it is still a nuisance that I’ll call a ‘minor curse’,

I know that I am really blessed for all God does provide,

And, while this ‘thorn’ is passing through I’m glad He’s by my side!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 22, 2018