To be so close,
a step in this direction,
a quiet moment of reflection,
to know nearby,
her grace and subtle tear,
so very poignant, apparent,
a purposeful posit of love.
Two cosmic travels ago,
we did our lives intersect,
the visual notice of each other,
in a familiar setting,
enough to reach and touch each other’s
long quieted soul.
Oh, to know that moment
has changed my world forever,
in that eternal schema
of what is matter,
and how does chance include
the absolute of our
I am here,
as are you,
my heart intersects the lines of sweet
innocence plays the strings of our lives.
There’s been a lot of talk recently,
about what it is,
what we have,
how the world seems to function,
though we’re an anomaly to
I came home tonight,
yes, a sort of settling fashion,
so often I’ve felt out of place,
in a wonder,
not knowing really,
where home might ever be.
I knew it once,
when in her arms,
she cradled me,
oh, yes, I am a man,
but there is something rather
when a woman does hold your
soul in everlasting love.
I’m aching a little bit,
there’s a settling sort of peace,
knowing she does love,
is really all that matters
Then comes the wonder,
in the night,
the twilight with the crickets,
singing that familiar song,
we both agreed,
last week, indeed,
we listened to the same
In the quiet of the twilight,
I do love
* photo found on Deviant Art
I asked Him today,
how it is He measures,
like walking into a department store,
asking the clerk,
could you tell me which way.
I suppose they might lead you to the chosen …
wait a second I would say,
that’s supposed to be His plan.
When she got in the car, she was happy,
almost giddy her mood, smiling,
eyes did sparkle in a way,
that did let me feel her emotion,
and then I caught her reflection,
walking in to get her coffee,
her smile had turned to concern …
when she returned we did talk about why.
I asked her carefully, and while she said,
she didn’t know,
I listened to her breathing, suddenly halting
when then the tears began,
she told me,
it couldn’t be this way,
she needed …
and I completely understood,
we watched the sky create wonderful pictures,
to allow our imagination to stretch across the world.
I held her close for a time,
it seemed like only a second or two,
I wanted to forever,
so I might feel her breathing,
begin to settle inside my arms,
I knew I couldn’t though,
I at least had that moment, we knew that moment,
we cared about only having that moment.
He knew she would be ok.
Is a calm, when sweep naked skin,
A summer day, oh, a lovely breeze,
When she strolls slow naked skin.
The leaves have a gentle sort of tease,
When whispers suggest we are alone.
I can breathe again, in knowing her
Dreams caress such intrigue is shown.
In looking in eyes express together,
A desire only matters if in serenity
We can pass through sunlit fires
In resilient storm echo sanity.
To know the beauty Nature aspires.
Something lovely in a gale of summer,
Leaves exist cause any I to wonder.
Does it make a man lose his mind,
well yes it does, it can, perhaps,
it actually should.
Quite possibly when love arrives,
shows itself, envelops the mind,
the actor comes alive,
begins to work the stage in a manner,
only shows the true passion of life.
When i do have the chance, the grace,
her eyes in front of my own, our glance,
there’s not a part of life that matters,
just her and I
running through the woods,
a lightness, a mountain creek,
fresh water sails beyond our world,
to tell us that there is this fluid nature
it does run forever,
instead, a love like this does continue,
we remember the first time forever.
I do hold on to her kiss,
it is a journey I take, I want, I give,
where when lips touch,
my world becomes her,
and everything else around me,
does indeed matter less,
for it is breathing in her soul,
love is eternal.
Then how does that man survive,
when his heart is held in the hand,
her sweet delicate hand,
her soul his whole design,
it is there,
in the privacy of love,
where he does know
her peace does his hand hold,
her soul, his soul,
we can imagine there is a mystique …
something about love.
There is a certain beauty in seeing
her walk through doors,
it is when in the sky looming gray,
her light will shine,
I cannot know how to make her smile,
just hope she might,
because there inside then,
I might believe,
the truth to love can exist,
inside her quiet world,
that place where no one seems to enter,
unless it is of course, a time when her heart,
might allow itself to breathe,
allow its elegance, her compassion,
the soul for which my body yearns,
it is there in the quiet of her peace,
there I wish to see her delight in the solace.
When our lives settle difficult,
we wonder what will be our next
manner of speaking,
how to convey a need for love.
When our passions so unbridled,
cause our eyes, our hands, our bodies,
to want to interweave, and grace
each other’s fire with further desire,
it is in the little things she does,
when her fingertips touch my own,
and sweep the skin to help me feel
her love is an everlasting reminder.
When in the moment, our moment,
she does let my hands fill themselves
with her hair, so she feels my touch
upon her neck to allow her eyes to live.
When in the day, we do spend hours
in simple tones, conscious of each other,
in a need to display love in a quiet,
in a quiet, in a quiet manner of touch.