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     Please remember that the poems in the following pages are written and copyrighted by myself, John Richard Hustings. Feel free to make personal copies but if you display them on a web page please be sure the poem is followed immediately and exactly by the copyright notice below the next paragraph.
    Thank you and I look forward to hearing from you. - Copyright 1995 by John Richard Hustings - I require that none of my poetry be reproduced in print, on any video media or distributed in any manner, other than through private (non-profit) web pages, without prior written consent.

 

 

 

 

 

A peaceful good night
and a tender kiss.

A warm hand to hold
and a gently beating heart.

A touch we'll remember
to bind us while we're apart.

A softly whispered good morning
at the dawn of another day.

Feelings we cherish
as we look forward to another sunset.

- John Richard Hustings - 10-3-89

  

 

I close my eyes to the darkness,
yet I can feel her warmth...
and sense her fragrance...
...quietly off in the distance
of a still night,
the cadence of an iron horse
rises to a crescendo of majestic sound,
then reluctantly fades away.
The steam from the ancient locomotive
lingers momentarily in the cold summer night.
The reflection of its lights
dissipate in the mist of a cooling lake.
Hauntingly its passing in the night
awakens me from a restless sleep
to find myself in her comforting embrace.
Her breath on my cheek,
the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat
reminds me of the dream.

 

- John Richard Hustings - 1991

  
In my sleep I am troubled no longer
     by the nightmare of loneliness,
     for to my sleep are brought
     visions of you on the wings
          of peace.

Always on my mind is the warm glow
     of your beautiful kind eyes
     as you look at me when we are
     in each others arms, where
          I feel safe.

When I am idle the sensation
     of your touch leaves me
     with a thoughtful smile
     and my fingers will forever remember
          the feel of your skin.

Even if I wanted to, and I never will,
     I could not escape the thoughts
     of you being constantly with me.


- John Richard Hustings -
 

 

      One waits, looks consciously at a crowd
trying to catch the eye of the other
              lonely stranger...
      A stranger who is only a stranger of name 
              but not of heart
      A person who knows where 
              the empty places are...
      who can complete the puzzle -
              the maze - that is loneliness,
      A person who may not be the answer
              but the peace...

      Love isn't something people make,
              it's what two people become.

                        - John Richard Hustings

 

 

      

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