For Erryn (one poem among many)

Sweet nothings

I have to believe it's all downhill from here, honey
A maple-syrup smooth ride into town
It gets easier my sweet,

And the sweetness eases our way

Honey this ride is a long one
Months and moons and mountains
Tides rise and retreat until I see you and
If I can make the waiting sweeter I will

Sweetheart I'm stuck on you
Stuck apart, solitude without solace
And I hope the sweetness of this verse
Staves off some of the sadness

Sadness gets slippery and easy to
Slide into these lines in time
These lines that lack a single rhyme
But I'd rather scribe sweetness.

So roll downhill with me, love
And we'll make it down to town
Down and through and smoothly onward
Let's murmur sweet nothings until we get down.