Feet are poised
an onlooker smiles
such a posture
a listener observes
when while the dancer
awaits his partner.
In the quiet
there is music
listener may choose
to walk toward
eyes that plead
to see her move.
Such is the grandeur
speaks to a passion
knows only one move
the music within
He would twirl
her hands in his own
each feels a center
in hips entwined
such surreal chaos
in letting go.
To know sweet score
might plead – more.
© elegantmusings 2019
I’ve experienced the pain
discovered the joy
watched a sunset
she held my heart
one time I remember
sitting in a park
busy with personality
the two of us
alone in love
watched the wonder
of our eyes.
We wanted to live
with our love forever
we knew the time
the sunset arriving
our homes in separate
today we can no
the beauty of
a day in
The moment arrived
the illusion – died
Choose to think about what we do
Imagine the beauty inside
a world where reservations decide
how this lovely world turns so blue
Our hearts aligned with a summer day
familiar walks, smiles, intriguing eyes
Would life speak to passions until we die,
certainly not at all this seeming way.
So today again we find no reflection
only the pain of knowing our lives are one
yet we cannot appreciate the rising son
as quiet silence remains a decision.
Love is a matter of time and energy
I chose to not deliver this our elegy.
We might often ask
creates this mantra.
This need to understand
define our lives
by loss and gifts,
the tragedy outweighs
the reality of our lives,
the human spirit
asked without shame
to handle our today.
I walked outside
stood on melting snow
a sign of the spring
when new life will bloom.
I realize while asked in lament
Remember what life has meant.
For that really is what it comes down to when we imagine our time, and how we prioritize our lives. I might spend hours thinking about someone, seldom just something, more aptly someone, and everything else in my life becomes, or remains secondary. I do love to imagine life as being an easy transition from one learning experience to another. Though I have to say, my current state of … mind, is by far the most challenging I have endured for quite some time.To realize perspective it is the fear of every aspect of my life being simply defined by some might call an irrational decision. Though then there are others whom could certainly suggest instinct plays a huge role in deciding how and why we preoccupy our lives with the notions we do in the first place.
I walked into a world I didn’t belong. I wanted to be there, without question. There is something rather enticing about being able to feel something you once believed no longer existed, and that was my reality. I was suddenly drawn to a compassion that excited me, brought me to a place I wouldn’t trade for the world. I discovered truth, a setting in which a part of me became gradually unveiled, peeling away years of doubt and disbelief and disappointment. And yet, the real truth is that as easily as I could let myself fall, the ground no longer soft became a shattering of glass, shards of which that held a certain pale upon my heart.
I’m presently in a coffee shop, a place I love to find inspiration. The beautiful people, the unique personality of life, the observer of human nature that never fails to fascinate. At the same time, I am always sitting here waiting and hoping. In fact I’ve even been confronted on such, told that I would leave myself with certain expectations that could not possibly ever reach fruition. Yet I still show up.
There have been different periods of my life where I believed I could define the ultimate meaning of the term soul-mate. Oh, wonderful relationships where we might finish each other’s sentences, where our touch appeared so symbiotic we would suddenly catch ourselves and cry with genuine laughter. Then there are those moments when it is clear there is something askew about how our lives are meant to travel. In recent months I find I am at war with myself, and more recently, it is evident I am losing the battle.
I have spent hours of my life trying to figure out who I am. Not just recent months as one might imagine, but years and years and decades of indecision. I am traveling rapidly toward my 6th one, and I am still wondering when there might be a consistent happiness in my life. I thought i had found it, in fact, the truth is I still believe I have, but that is where the truth comes into play. The truth is there are not enough hours in the day to come to terms with the realistic nature of how love works in my life and what is the true determining factor of knowing how the essence of a soul-mate works its mystique.
I am sadly convinced I am not a model of the social standard. Rather instead I have found my heart is torn and ripped and left asunder in the magic of a passion far and away beyond the norm of my existence as a human being in our society. Yes, such a wordy and perhaps confusing explanation, but fitting with the cryptic nature of an explanation for what it means to live out so many hours of my life wondering.
I wonder, I wander, I trip upon aimless struggle to find consistency in the eye of love.
the words he wanted to hear,
when he complimented her,
she would then suggest,
‘I struggle with writing my thoughts.’
Whereas she then directed him,
his words would flow
when he listened
he would again question
his own motive.
Believing in ourselves
is such a tragedy
when looking in each other’s eyes.
Why do we only find peace
Rather we wish each other’s
might be the serenity
we would discover
upon the soul of such is love.
I wonder if she might know ever again
how her words will move his forever when.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
photo – Pinterest
A picture of love …
is the horizon in
the beauty of her
inside the sweet
of what is true is
a dance a
the gentle reminder
a sensuality a
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
If only in a moment, we might listen to our heart.
We might trust love will always exist in those quiet frames when alone we wish, we ponder, we allow our mind to wander to a softer time when we could just live within the scope of our passion.
If only in a moment, we might trust our soul.
There will be an ache because we have once known love, felt it, yearned its Grace inside a wonderful travel of sweet elegance. We can look to a beautiful sunny winter’s day and recognize there is a certain splendor in the air having the ability to recognize that emotion did bring us to a region of our heart will always be ready for quiet reflection.
If only in a moment, I might remember eyes.
For that quiet recall, I will see love, and hold on to her magic forever.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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