Listen to the wind,
it breathes the signs of winter
dark skies in an ominous whisper
a quiet in the sweet reckoning …
oh to know the sweet mystery of mind.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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Monthly Archives: November 2018
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Closing Time
Posted at 6:50 pm , on November 30, 2018
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He Imagined Her
Posted at 5:05 pm , on November 30, 2018
It was on a Friday night,
she spoke to him
wondering
she said she waited there
just to know
to wonder
if maybe he ever,
or if he might now.
He wondered then,
in the quiet of a winter eve
could she hear him
feel him,
might she know
if in a silent beat
of some nostalgic moment,
would he
wait.
He chose to listen
to a song would bring him a tear
always a joyful cry,
he wanted her to know
the celebration of love
could only contain
the tenets of a cherished
mystique
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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Walking In
Posted at 4:35 pm , on November 30, 2018
Its atmosphere
familiar
the sounds, the people, the energy,
a little Moody Blues,
I’m with her again,
in this moment,
I can feel the soft touch of fingertips
searching, yearning, a quiet resonate gasp,
the nature of this,
a love
we both would understand
if confusion could not lay in between,
the soft sense of a night sky,
familiar ground,
a coffee nearby,
another nostalgic notion,
I do recall
when last I did see her,
it was here in this parallel universe,
where our lives
were tied to the reality of a locked door,
a smile, a laugh, a knowing glance
a quiet evening,
when love did seem to draw
hearts closer together,
to another time,
in recent days,
lips did touch,
lives did matter,
time did
stand still while
walking in.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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If I Could Hold You
Posted at 10:03 pm , on November 27, 2018
I would not want to let you go,
feeling your soft reaction to fingertips
touching your cheek,
your eyes searching for reason,
and me,
my eyes watching you,
the sweet response of lips that would touch,
if only in my imagination,
I could,
perhaps I would then,
hold onto your passion forever.
I was driving home tonight,
and took an exit that reminded me
of you,
everything I do,
the places I go,
when I can,
I remember looking to my side,
seeing you there,
perhaps a hand on my shoulder,
the most sensual nature
of sweet love,
a reckoning of our reality.
If when I do think of you,
if I might,
would you be alright
if then we might imagine
somehow, someway, if life were sweet,
if I could hold you … forever.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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A Rainy Afternoon
Posted at 1:36 pm , on November 24, 2018
Seems fitting,
comfortable
familiar words
she comes instantly to mind.
A romantic movie
brings me tears
I know
we cannot always be the same.
Yet how often do we
pass the reality of our world
inside the dream-swept nature
of someone else with an imagination.
We read books, we tell stories
listen to laughter
celebrate victory and dismissal
when while we constantly age together.
We are still apart like today,
the rains outside,
intrigue the mystique of sweet
reverie within the scope of passion.
I want sometimes, I wish, you might
see me in the rains … again.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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The Moon and Us
Posted at 3:12 am , on November 24, 2018
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Whispers In Moonlight
Posted at 9:16 pm , on November 23, 2018
I didn’t want to wonder,
so I wrote you a letter,
and yet, even in the quiet autumn rain,
I knew the answers wouldn’t matter.
She’d ask me about fantasy,
wanted to know what was real
what matters, when might we feel
worthy of some sweet serenity.
Last night the sky was clear
except for the soft clouds drifting near,
a full moon a beckoning light,
until she felt the veil of her shadow.
I remember when I was a child,
some movie, maybe a fairy tale,
suggestive of a cloud covered moon,
there is sadness in feeling so alone.
I stood outside tonight in the tears
of a fall sky turning to winter,
I could feel the numbness of a frozen
state of mind, swept in an icy horizon.
Whispers in moonlight would always be a song
for this is a silence inside I will forever long.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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a quieting silence
Posted at 12:05 am , on November 23, 2018
This time,
he said,
the sun rose and all the confusion felt
seemed only to quiet
again.
This time
she said,
stay away for there is a day
that will come
when he might
decide upon his freedom.
This time
they said,
I cannot go back,
I cannot go back
I cannot not
I can
This time
inside the quiet
felt a certain sweet rhythm
to knowing
this is all worth
my time.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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Having Felt The Fade
Posted at 7:21 pm , on November 22, 2018
In that moment,
when alone a decision
becomes only the owner
of a certain speculation,
he might respond,
she may simply sing a song.
For there is a melody in love
filled with passionate embrace,
the notion of knowing this
is truly a feeling undeniable
therefore less attainable
when acknowledging the fade.
Walk with me, listen to a story
two people wrote, together
one autumn day,
where when afterward as memory
might allow,
they later stood inside a moon.
Inside this our quiet response to love
A full moon speaks silent just beyond …
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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Truth in my Way
Posted at 10:01 am , on November 21, 2018
Truth is …
she is with me now
though miles collide
the nature of her
energy
is in my waking morning.
Truth is …
while the world around us
obligatory custom
will decide our hours
mine will be consumed in
Fantasy
the notion, touching her.
Truth is …
though we now we know
an ultimate sacrifice
my eyes holding yours we find
the Sea
this love we have eternal.
Truth …
she is my happiness.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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