She is a spirit
with all her beauty
and repose.
I could imagine her
and find a peace,
a silent memory
gives me relief.
That once in our lives,
did we know love,
not simply a trifle
a deep consciousness.
Her’s is a wonderful
mystique,
drawn by eyes
that search a soul,
trying to define
what in a momnt
suggests her elegance.
For she is that sweet
felony of the heart,
always aware,
forever finding
a chance encounter,
a reason to live.
Seems I can’t figure out
how to get out of here,
always fall back in,
always let my state of mind,
feel the pain of wonder,
forever caught up in a wander
of my heart and soul.
I remember one afternoon,
I held her close,
she smiled in my eyes,
I held her closer.
Didn’t want to let go,
just stay there forever.
Now I just want to get out of here,
this place I remain in,
everything cycles around,
remember the same,
holding onto what is familiar,
always shaking off change.
I’ll always be searching I guess,
finding some way to feel new.
Used to be a nightmare,
to be alone,
inside my head
my thoughts going everywhere.
I would sit in silence,
staring at my walls,
wondering just when
the turmoil in my head
would escape,
leave me alone.
But its mystery
has been with me
since a child
standing at the top
of my hill
with the gravely path.
I’ve always reflected
seems the same place
in my mind,
forever drawn by
a question,
not always a reality,
often just a fantasy.
For now I have my favorite chair.
Seems I write the same things,
just a different way to catch a phrase,
trying to piece together,
some frame of mind,
explains a quiet heart.
I want you to know everything,
rolls through my mind,
a constant flow
of detached energy
all trying to find home,
give reason to this tome.
I wrote you a letter, again,
same as the last one,
it always says the same,
always crying for your love,
unable to withstand the waiting,
always knowing,
forever wondering,
where does my heart lay,
when writing a love song.
See I knew this girl,
she caught my eye,
we danced in moonlight
she made me cry.
But that was ok too,
because we were in love,
we knew the consequence,
we never withdrew.
Then the day came,
to story changed
the winds would speak
to an evolving time.
We no longer
knew each other,
no longer chased a dream,
felt blindsided by our hearts.
I wonder what love is,
seem to know sometime
and then I forget
or life makes me no longer
think about
those beautiful moments
when love seemed real.
I was writing her a letter,
held all my words together.
I wanted her to smile,
to know I was servile.
I was wishing for more
always wanting to show her.
But I lost my way,
like any other day.
I haven’t found
a solution so profound
to give me peace
with this quiet releasse.
A wish to enhance
how really to chance
our lives are mixed in
with this fear within.
I wanted to cry
I’ll always ask why.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately
the what ifs that bug me,
a constant burden
asking me for answers.
I sit alone
letting my thoughts drift by
and she always returns
quiet memory.
I wish I knew happiness
a consistent feeling
rather than the unraveling
always knocking on my door.
In being reflective
I cannot ascertain
whether its a good thing
or bad judgment on my part.
In being reflective
I’ve chosen only motive.
All this pain
the constant barrage
of mindless thought,
without any solution.
My head hurts
to think about anything,
everything is driven
by what people tell me.
But what if I
don’t agree
what happens when a dream
becomes a burden.
My head hurts
to imagine the wheels
of contempt I keep
rolling in my mind.
I don’t have a solution,
only a lost perception
I was walking alone,
when suddenly memory took over,
I was holding her hand
the day before me was wonderful.
Seems easy at times,
to understand those moments
when our heart
intermingles with time.
~
I was walking alone,
when by nature of hoping
I recalled a pleasantry
we shared near the end.
Looking all around
noticing everything the same,
life seemed to express
a need to revisit
the nature of love
the nature of time.
~
I was walking alone,
when struck by her image
I imagined again,
beauty before my eyes.
Glancing to each side,
I revisited again,
the nature of elegance,
holding her in my arms.
~
I was walking alone,
and I cried in the twilight.
I feel you
in my bones
at night
when trying to sleep.
I imagine you
your soft elegance.
Regal in my eyes,
your eloquent verse.
I can see you
standing in the light,
being you
all graceful and serene.
The night sky
accentuates your being,
your mystique
radiates my mind.
I can see you
standing there
all alone.
I want to touch your hand.
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