i read
relates
breathe the morning dew
we did this together
relates
lay in bed imagine
a long sheet
envelops you
hair splayed across my chest
naked love
relates
laying in bed – solemn
cosmic parallel
hell relates to our love.
i read
relates
breathe the morning dew
we did this together
relates
lay in bed imagine
a long sheet
envelops you
hair splayed across my chest
naked love
relates
laying in bed – solemn
cosmic parallel
hell relates to our love.
You said so
I said so
we agreed
turned toward reality
I said so
I plead so
you …
I could finish here
I would stop
yet, there is the break of day,
the stars at night,
the sounds of children playing
where everyone might.
I could return to home
live my life
age in an elegant fashion
always to be the friend,
to be conscious
self-aware
of the world, our society
always around us,
surrounds us.
One day,
you will be there,
and I,
in my world, my reality
will choose your world
for the truth is
I’d rather thrive in your fantasy.
When we find peace in our words
travel alone
fortunes of time
no longer exist
instead
a reality of memory
must be that source
a reckoning
sweet sensuality
a memory
not one to rue
only in such tears
we visualize
a forever bond
we did exist
one time
in heart and soul …
forever inclined
to know
was, is, could, might, will
once know
love.
The idea of strength
lost on many
sallow sadness
instead
a perception being
held
without reason
just led
by perhaps
tears inside a river
discerning an
abyss of loneliness.
Why hold on
rather
disappear so he
might not be able
find
his sojourn then
quiet recovery
a grasp
a painful plea
still those metaphor
confuse love
with material
are drawn by reason
only his not hers.
For truth is inherent
allows self awareness
not pity yet sweet
compassion
burden is less
yet so difficult
is to understand
a value
what we believe
to be real
not a fantasy
the matter of knowing
this energy we feel
never falter
only found
our center
exists today
gentle our touch
while I believe
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