apersonaljourney – stories of love

I feel you

in my bones

at night

when trying to sleep.

I imagine you

your soft elegance.

Regal in my eyes,

your eloquent verse.

I can see you

standing in the light,

being you

all graceful and serene.

The night sky

accentuates your being,

your mystique

radiates my mind.

I can see you

standing there

all alone.

I want to touch your hand.

A reflection of the mind,

the times when

opportunities once known

now a memory

piecing together

the reflections,

quiet resolution

letting go of the immediacy

of what once

held a certain intrigue

a driving passion,

a known period of our lives.

Laying home alone

Trying to feel so unknown

Soft presence is sewn

I do,

I’m not afraid to say,

I write about you,

my inspiration,

my reason to find words.

I sometimes imagine my life from another time,

perhaps a romantic period,

where thoughts were soft with anticipation,

a knowing mantra

of sharing love together.

I write about you,

and my world expands,

I feel connected to my psyche

traveling beyond our physical nature,

and recognizing a connecting energy.

I write about you

and always feel your spirit nearby.

I can hear the morning breeze

there are birds making song,

early spring desires

remind me of the fall.

As all the seasons

merge as one,

we listen with open windows

to the melody we long.

Watching the melting snow,

I am reminded of her

in walks and quiet glance

would we smile

could we feel so strong.

The winds have been

always defining moments,

when last my muse

did let my words belong.

I have my windows open today,

in hopes I might find love’s way.

The night air is still

We will imagine embrace

Soft could love fulfill

Choose to know love,

so exhilarating

is the passion we live.

Miles across the woods

yet hearts align,

soul is felt

where we feel one …

still share,

love, is our forgiveness.

In my quiet solitude

I hold her mystique.

I’m not sure what to do

with myself,

I’m looking out windows

winter’s sage,

filling the sidewalks and streets

people wearing high shoes

to battle the ice and wind.

Not sure what to do,

what I’m looking for,

seems always I am on some journey,

without a real destination,

just memory drives me forward.

Yesterday,

I couldn’t put two words together,

couldn’t make a sentence

out of all my anxiety.

I remember thinking to myself,

fraudulent again,

that word comes to mind quickly

when I second guess myself.

Isn’t that kind of the nature of

self doubt,

Don’t we all fall into these caverns

of self deprecation with no one

to talk us out of our demise.

Seems I’d like to pass on today’s journey.

When we imagine

eyes that shine,

soft touch that tingles,

sweet smiles.

When we remember why

we hold one another

we trust emotion

know feelings are real.

When we wish

love might return

that stir in the heart

that peace in our soul.

We might only wish in silence

these beautiful things.