There is clarity,
in walking through our reality,
I’m in a hurry,
hoping to find you there.
I watched every person,
family, couple, single woman
walking through the
The streets were active,
the spirit of love in the air,
except alone I stood in the crowd.
I was waiting, hoping, wanting,
I wished for an interaction,
the possibility our paths might cross.
The night belonged to the active locals,
A quiet little borough, where I couldn’t find her.
Wait until the end of a storm, to know,
when gray disappears, I could find you,
for that is my blue,
that is my intrigue asking to be found.
For it is this kiss, I might hesitate,
yet in this moment,
I leave my passion suspended,
for it is in your heart I want
and there, by the moonlight,
standing on a bridge,
it is where you will find my soul.
Tonight, in the breeze,
a chill of reality plays our soft tell,
stand with me, hold me, see me,
know that I would walk the hours
to have your heart
share my love for you.
For it is that intrigue,
so might we imagine,
so wrapped in words of
a timeless tradition …
for while I glance the sky,
I’m at peace realizing I never will,
I’ll always be satisfied,
knowing I don’t know why …
camera ready level
I wonder if they know,
his mind was quite unspoken,
when a revelation
of sanity would steal his passion.
Sitting alone again,
sitting again in the quiet of an evening,
wondering just how this happens,
wandering throughout the many avenues,
the mind will take this forlorn
this human condition,
a travesty one might suggest if only anyone else
really cared as much as
the real victims that exist around
all the time.
Ever do we wonder about the soul,
when lost in the critical masses
of exceptional reasoning.
Inside that depression piece,
seems to speak its own mind
when no other reasoning
comes to mind.
On a given day,
no matter if it might be local,
perhaps across the world,
there is a reason,
if in the beat of our audible pulse,
the heart can speak,
and she will honor love.
When knowing her freedom
is resolute in quiet integrity
is definable in spontaneity
is wonderful to allow natural sigh
is forever intertwined in truth.
Though while allowance gave peace
he did respond to certainty
he would revel in her elegance
he might also known the truth, real,
is assurance human condition feels.
While life has simple turns and memory
his complication her beauty
the mystique when touch her cheek,
his lips, back of fingertip,
when eyes wet rest upon her soul ,,,
Will whisper now freedoms in simple love
Like yesterday, perhaps in the moment,
to the naked eye,
such is beauty,
inherent in the persona
of a lover in her privacy.
Only quiet reminders
such is the treasure will
behold upon a man,
sweet delight is mystique.
If forever could suggest,
a need to expression,
then while the world evolves,
would my heart be held in hers.
We will remember the moment
sweet demeanor is passionate notice.
I would live there,
near all the action,
where a million different lives,
were modeled around
to be no different,
to cry, to laugh, to know hatred and confusion.
I would live on that block,
I could fall in love with the feeling,
of finally understanding,
we might just as well,
be the same as the other,
rather than continue the battle.
I would live there
if I could have you …
live the world in happy,
to fashion each other’s eyes.