When Knowing Love is Beautiful
I cried tonight, as when I do, I think of you,
I imagine sunrises, kisses, cascading hair,
the white linen covers your form,
that beauty I can reach with my hand and touch,
from toe to reveal a naked shoulder, and I can dream,
because you are my landscape, my beautiful horizon.
How is it the eloquent nature of your world compels
me to want more, to surround myself in your love.
How do you find simple pleasure in obscure scripts,
ones that seem to be written for two lovers
leaves me in these swallowing tears that let me dream,
believe I can hold you in my arms and escape my pain.
“The world will surprise you with its Grace, if you let it.”
I look around my world and everything is surreal,
I wait and think that somehow, something might echo
a true purpose, a reason for being, an ok sort of reckoning.
I try to keep a simple look at the complications preoccupy me,
and then I think of you, and I watch another comparison,
knowing I’m the one searching for your eyes …
“Je t’aime, for the record.”
It is true there is a spiritual bond, a force beyond ourselves,
holds magic out of sight, when mind rely upon mystique,
yours is my dream, the place I go at night when alone,
I’m next to you, holding you, catching your tears, so that later,
you might wipe away my own, sweet gasp, there is love.
“They say that no love is perfect, but they never met you.”
I’m inspired because I love you.
* all quotes borrowed from the movie, 5 to 7.