When I recall the quiet noise of morn
The days I pine, the darker eyes that loom
Ask less my mind, for when I in a gloom
It is the sky I seek to slow forlorn
The memory a haunt of sorrow found,
As lives we sow are asked to further go.
Beyond the real of the love we know
Is sunlight sure to welcome saner ground.
In between slats of home a golden air
Bemuse fear of letting go, losing her
For it is beautiful the morning stir
Of golden leaves – descend summer’s ware.
So when in the morning sun I wake alone
Her elegance in brilliant sky be shown.
It is that feeling of never wanting to let go,
the clean, crisp, cacophony of morning song,
they’re in their shelters, the wood in throng,
we all witness the beauty that time forego.
Feel the gentle heat of a sunlight mastery
Quiet we do recognize our vulnerable
task to Nature’s plan, we then are able
To know this simple summertime legacy.
A passing season, a time when life alive
teaches our body to respect an energy
takes our lives beyond simple normalcy,
a vision, fantasy, an opportunity to thrive.
In her arms that one cool summer day,
was my heart in hers to forever stay.
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.
Oh call me simple in my quiet pain,
I wish to find an easy answer, while
The shallow end remain my harbinger.
No common ground to hide words that wane,
The real truth to why such utter guile,
Sad the loss in mellow water linger.
For once in spring flowers sweet in reveal
Did hold her hand, did lips breathe utterance.
We would for hours lose our selves as one.
While in local sky, the storm does now wheel
In certainty – lackluster reverence.
A weep, a wonder, a grey cloud, no sun.
The light when in her eyes would brilliance
Glance my smile, assure me forever chance.
For in that sweet moment, while the eyes looked forward,
A stroll with a reach, a touch, a familiar sweet response,
When only she would realize the yearn is always toward,
A soft remind, a simple suggestion sensual, this once.
Then evening is the sky a sleek and distant shelter spoke,
In lives together meet upon a certain moment we smile
Together our recall, a further desire of passion to evoke,
I would then ask for a pause, to center in reach awhile.
Now in daylight the imagination plays against the rule,
Without suggestion could two soul an encounter enhance
So possible is that desire, that a sacrifice he will school
If when his eyes did open hers would welcome a chance.
Oh to know the paths we take to find one another’s release
It is that serendipity we seek in the privacy of sweet peace.
Love is a shadow in the sunlight staying close,
Beyond the scope of our tomorrow we may cry.
Love is knowing in the atmosphere we chose,
We always knew there no longer needed a why.
When we began our journey we didn’t decide
We would one day struggle to hold each other,
We only knew that love is a delightful ride,
When after time our lives change, we’d rather.
I looked across blue seas lit with setting sun,
Like a crystal glass that ripples with a cast
I wondered if together we could still feel one,
As the night sky took hold, now the past.
Love is knowing we can share our lives forever,
Intangible Grace, the absolute idyllic sweet favor.
How do words carry the weight
When emotions respond readily.
I would that stay within easily
Recognizable rhetoric, so relate.
When glance her eyes do beckon
Oh the spirited rise languishes in
My fantasy, her sensuality therein
Suggests a proper word rely upon.
So will my world become authentic
When while I search to find release
Only for her eyes my ink offer peace
So less my insecurity remains frantic.
Sweet elixir would appear less absurd
When my wish rely upon proper word