I listened
to the downpour
I watched
the rains come down
in sheets
across the pavement
feeling better
creating dreams
letting everyone know
they have no control
over
what happens in their lives
only the possibility
of engaging in
some type of shelter
to create their own sky
carry their lives
behind the moment
the logic
the natural swear
but we believe
in what we love
underneath the side of
a natural fence
perhaps a wall
keep us in earnest
safely apart
always wanting to hold …
love is forever.
a phrase,
state of mind
a sudden recall
desire to know
timing, passion, chance.
All the matters, that matters
to define the human condition
an enigma, a sign,
some indication of reality,
and yet the walk away,
knowledge and retreat,
and he stands alone.
A quiet, seeming silence
he could feel it in the miles ahead,
the months behind,
all of it reminds him…
her eyes,
sweet sensuality,
untouchable yet elegant.
His eyes remain open
trying to understand the puzzle
of life,
of love
of sweet reality,
this,
our compelling conflict.
You spoke
and the listener would recall
a volume of information,
so much compassion,
the words would flow
in a forever cascade
of simple sweet ceremony.
Hers were a powerful draw,
his listen
would be for every moment,
he could lose himself in her eyes,
while away
he might only wish she would see
his yearning cry
for hearing her words
seeing her eyes
understand such is our lives
being found.
Please he thought
read my words …
If I might say hello
before we say goodbye
we might in a farewell
never feel a need for why.
Midnight tear just rolled my cheek
that wetness there I could feel
I knew in that moment you were with me
together we can feel this cry.
This morning begins another hour
thoughts of you will carry me through
each time when I can imagine
every aspect of my life with you
For every night begins imagining you,
wake up to a sky in a spectacular blue
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