I don’t wish to cry
I don’t want to wash a lie
Only the moon, why
I don’t wish to cry
I don’t want to wash a lie
Only the moon, why
A wonder of passion
is the notion of modern day
where a minute
holds a moment in time
when the sweet
luxury of a fantasy
might manifest
itself
in quick logic
in delightful company
inside the span of an
immediacy
where love may be felt
if quiet we breathe
and know one another
holds promise
to a yearn for
her eyes.
When I was alive
my passion could
in a word
well it might thrive
in the eyes
in the wise
in the matter of love.
When something occurred
a someone
she is not simply a notion
a lovely
a mystique
fascinating in eyes
stole my heart.
When I was alive
each moment,
every step,
a glance
each time I might say hello,
I could write a word.
I don’t want to go away,
I do wish to embark
I need no sojourn
to understand
right here is where I am
out here forever
I’ll wait
I’ll write nothing new
to help me forget
this fascinating response
to knowing my
heart does carry my soul
in the hands of
a sweet,
an everlasting
glow.
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