I truly wish
I could step my mind
off of this crest,
constantly driven
by my own
being.
That of that
I sometimes
wish I could
explain.
But it all stays there
under a current
a tension
in my mind.
Haven’t an answer
quite nearly have
found respite
only to have solemnity
take over life.
That life as I see it,
only
know I’m supposed to
feel it.
Snapped in two
a soft limb
a fabric
clung one to another
but the crack is apparent
a loss
some freedom
lay ahead
when a time will pass
a healing
takes on a new shape
perhaps like an arching limb
no longer straight
narrowed at the crease
yet resilient
as the linen that clothed
his shattered spine.
Said anyone to
no one.
Same result
we all concur.
Seems little concern
to know the
whereabouts
of this lost soul.
There could be
an anchor
we hold onto
in a storm.
The turmoiled mind
lost in shadows
wanting only
to be
one of the crowd.
Turn toward
a mirror
and wander soft,
who’s in there?
He found himself alone
sipping coffee
a quiet around him,
a ceiling fan
a coffeemaker
sweet thunder outside
rain pellets on window sills.
He could feel silence
with every breath,
he would exhale pain
inhale beauty and love,
He could feel her soul
today
in the quiet,
his heart would yearn
solitude in solace.
Its sound is silence
only solemn reflection.
When did we chance
an elementary solution.
We aged apart,
only remember
when soul and heart
as one, does linger.
I feel my breath
a soft escape,
think about death
ahead our landscape.
We found a journey
children might read,
this once a fantasy
no longer a seed.
Fruition is valid
if felt a legacy,
only now the torrid
remains our irony.
Would seem we let
love become our quiet.
Last night in you
across a sky blue
she spoke to me
settled in upon a we.
This state of mind
is a quiet remind
when under her gaze
we did spend our days
turning toward night
feeling a constant might.
Yet out of reach
you did try to teach
me how to let go of the now,
how to realize just how
far we might go,
only this do I know.
Tonight I’m watching the moon
in her full radiance I will swoon
hoping only to wish.
We might again sense her wish.
I seek recognition
I want
It’s scary to think about
Our lives tied
Each energy holds truth
Falling together
… and everyone rolls
One side Two
Another
Standing posture
Stay resolute
Why How
because.
I scream
He bleeds
I am sorrow
She is rage.
Mean to remind
everyone
some time
in our lives.
Mean to unwind
a history between
two lovers
an intertwining
affection
a favorite day
a point in history.
We all have
these days
become those days
and anything in between
all leading up to
that day.
In the quiet
sharing peace of mind
appears a flutter
special sound
twirls the mind.
watching her work,
gentle
examination.
Finding nectar where
only patience can find.
A pleasure to have
such soaring
beauty
hover nearby
this our calm
autumn morning.
Like a mirror
reach yet far away
eyes search
hands only imagine
sleek satin skin
nearby
always in sight
yet tonight
began her departure
a sidestep beyond
once belonged
in a quiet
sensual touch.
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