There’s a rain steady,
keeping indoors the traveler
whom might be seeking the wood,
may stroll along the coast,
skipping rocks, switching thoughts,
contemplating the beauty around them,
the coffee shop,
holds promise to the conversations
around that though similar, seem different,
contain stories all the same,
their worlds are always different,
in the context of their moments,
until we can catch each other’s eyes.
We wonder about the people next door,
a table nearby our own private world,
did they speak of it,
were they aware,
was there a time in their lives when everything,
seemed similar, possible, simple,
perhaps it is true,
they say it often enough to never forget,
we’re all the same,
we haven’t any lead on the element of change
the human condition might experience the same,
euphoric wonder built upon manifest tragedy.
I was sitting along with my company,
my world against hers,
together we were watching our own world,
responding to the elements in a unique fashion,
yet still, very still, almost
in a sort of decopaged setting,
to be measured in someone else’s eyes,
for they are the judge of this life,
we are simply the portrait.
A stillness in the air,
while we wait the rains,
they might part to give allowance
to nature’s Grace in the wooded freedom
of a dense forest,
away from all wander of deception.
While I stood inside the sidewalk cafe,
I watched the people around me,
create lives of envy,
to balance those of misfortune,
whose measure relied upon me,
or my own eyes, or their’s or someone
with similar passion.
Yet in all of our sightings,
there seems only one reality.
While we our eyes did search
the rains were evident in evening
We did touch upon memory’s grace
the rains offered a quiet canopy.
I watched your eyes while my hands
held cheeks, soft they did weep love
In our search we took time to know
the mystique of love was ours to tell.
When night sky would signal an end
a smile we could share just knowing
our hearts were filled with each other,
energy sublime in delicious elegance
Oh to touch your cheek, to run sweet
sensory surround, my world complete.
She broke my heart today,
an actor trails off to a setting in a bar,
a drink in front of him he slowly circles the glass with his fingers,
his eyes seem to say,
she is the one that broke my heart, not me.
Here at home, I haven’t any facade to count upon,
only my life, my heart, my soul,
my who I am suddenly trapped inside this world of quiet
for that is what we are after all, much like Hollywood.
We play our role, we dance a number,
sing a song sweet melody,
the world is a happy and fulfilling place,
in celluloid visual special effects.
Here at home my tears are real,
while I am here and she is there, and we are both
our lives we find some healing grace,
and we’ll move on with only a nostalgic tear …
I guess after all life is a film studio..
There are places we like to be,
to find, to allow our selves to evolve
while others walk about totally unaware
of cathartic dreams.
Perhaps the man in crimson rendezvous is suffering,
yet all eyes would only imagine,
his to be an outward glance
toward a unique fire in his mind.
There is always love in the midst of pure artistic restraint,
caught in the canvas of our own study,
the desire to know, to understand,
to interpret wholly the reason being.
I walked inside an auditorium only to witness
beauty arise, brought me upon a newer plane,
a place where all our lives,
are meant to thrive within the dimensions allowed.
So do you walk, appreciate the grace of freedom,
the mind is gravy to the shadows
that take us on different paths,
yet seem to meet in the surreal atmosphere.
We are together always in tune,
in wonder, in delicious delight, akin
our lives, hearts, finding soul in rest,
will continue sweet illusion is love.
May not, cannot, will not,
I shant imagine otherwise,
whilst the world itself
in heartfelt harmony
if I am to presume,
I will not know you well.
For the sanctity of a privacy,
life does grant opportunity,
yet only the beauty of grace
allow any deep felt sanity.
In words your magic is alive
in the pictures drawn,
the notion I derive,
yet apart, afraid, away from me,
I must realize the peace it be.
Cherish only the remarkable passion
we all live together, in want of fashion.
These are the fleeting,
the carry me along with patience,
smile as we dance through each obstacle,
sudden moment of delicious unbridled sensuality,
a certain knowing, crisp, tension finds relief
only in beauty and grace,
a quiet interlude,
that look in her eye when the moment seemed almost
like a sweet miracle of magic beyond the escaping breadth
of our contained human nature.
When only the soul is complete in an effort to suggest
we can have this surrealistic moment,
everything about us together now,
musings by the lake after the spring thaw
I have been places,
dark, spooky, forbidden recesses
in my mind,
around the world
well beyond my own circle of deceit.
I know that love
can embrace the most painful
realities, no matter the circumstance,
and while life seemingly
travels forward, I wish for solace.
This isn’t for me though,
despite realizing everything
I am reaching out to accentuate
beauty without agenda.
I began this walk
with shallow waters to protect
my own innocence,
when slowly the current
brought me far beyond my comfort zone.
I began to wonder about yours,
did my words interfere
with your own, hopes and dreams.
I could wonder where you are today,
find relief in knowing safe
translates your state of mind,
but I will still wander with the memory,
of who I am, who I became, who I …
I am something of a societal flaw,
in this realm will my own conscience gnaw.