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.
Imagine if the world could understand
A woe as troubling in its demand
As the will of man when caught in the grind
Of a wandering mind, lost in remind.
Gather steam and feel quiet urgency
His heart suspends, ask certain clemency.
For one short moment, serendipity
Steps forward cries a surreal pity.
Glance around the room, today strangers will
Know there is true love by apparent shrill.
For though we call it inevitable
Still as her sweet heart shreds we feel able.
Oh to feel her soft caress, distant eyes.
Bring bodies close, let me shadow your cries.
Inside this place with so many conversations,
in lies, in testimony, perhaps a confessional,
the voices are quiet on a lonely Friday evening
when a listener might wonder if alone is real,
wishing for the banter,
the loud grinding noise of an expressive machine,
delights the aromatic nature of each possessor.
Tonight he waits with patience,
allows trepidation to filter into his state of mind,
the ever distant grains of sand that swept together
give a certain barrister nightmares,
the man alone in the coffee shop on Friday night,
only imagines her walking through the door to break the silence,
when she does,
he wonders if she might,
would she share the moment,
the victory of silence,
with some canned music overhead,
a surreal notion while the moon paints yards
across the city,
a Friday night,
when she does appear, he will, he might,
a tear of joy,
a balance to the helpless plight,
I did see you,
everyday I would ride my bicycle,
always your eyes
trail me passing you by,
how often did I want to say hello,
so many conversations,
everyone is busy,
making their lives in front of the coffee house,
we all go there,
each will look like her behind the glass,
laughter with friends,
safe and out of the reach of HIS ignorance,
we are beautiful in our chuckles,
in our look inside,
crossed legs examine the comfort of a summer’s day,
my coffee waits inside,
if ever I find the courage
to walk slow past her lovely eyes.
if only I could possibly understand just how well
*photo credit – tumblr.
i could want you
I thought about the moment,
seeing how your body could move,
like no other,
at that very moment.
We all do move,
we can all have sinewy graces
that compel our eyes,
were this very moment.
I thought about touching you,
in the moment of course,
when you were a participant,
I didn’t care to have you embrace or ‘
perhaps grasp my own need
in the moment,
I was far more into bringing that pleasure,
to your eyes as my palm played your sensuality,
I wanted far more to hear your gasp
as a taught tongue traversed your internal demon.
I watched as now lost inside of you
your eyes intensified with each thrust
of fantasy that went through my mind,
as when coffee in hand,
you did depart, leaving me in a state,
a lovely wonder,
to know you,
We could if chance allowed,
lives cross paths across the globe,
my world, your space,
your eyes, my dream.
The heat of the day,
simmers slow surreal
if in that moment,
I can be your inspiration,
perhaps a dream state,
allows you to travel with me,
together we dance the sky
parallel lives visit that dimension
wanders far beyond the physical reality,
the shell we carry with ourselves always.
Imagine a world …
please, a refill,
stay a while longer will you –
*photo found on pinterest
what is natural,
we always feel when
you do walk in the room,
that universal wanton,
flaunting to one’s eye,
sweet to another,
surreal while my eyes,
stay nearby, waiting.
A wisp of breeze
through open door,
skin soft sensational,
draped in silk,
is the delight in my mind,
just a lovely notice,
summertime again, always,
wanting to know deep, internal,
designs in passionate grace,
waiting, while you proceed,
smile with a seeming
sort of nod …
stroll by sensuality,
I do watch you move
streams the sunlight,
clothes our normal day.