The Pleasure of Knowing
When might I glance at a blue sky,
while waking my mind to another morning,
I can realize we are together.
Though the miles would separate,
we might imagine such is a romantic tale,
that become our reality.
In the waking hours of my day,
I would if possible give you my every way,
if it meant your peace today.
I do glance, I search, I wander
within the moment of my every step
in the hope she will appear.
It is the beauty of love allows,
the mind in its circle of sometime torment
suggests she is sweet elegance.
Oh to find the manner of peace,
to open my heart, to fill my soul with truth,
to answer your love with meaning
For perhaps it is life’s trial,
the trailing of the human condition,
always knows, we might love.