So many days,
I would wait for her,
wishing, sort of hoping,
wondering if she knew
how much I would
want for the need of
wondering how she
felt that day, today,
every day in her world,
I wanted to know,
to see her elegance,
in its grace,
capture the eyes,
the hearts, minds,
the children’s laughter,
I wanted her to know
she does touch lives,
in a manner,
much like she did touch
my yearning for another
moment in her arms,
a soft and predictable kiss,
toward a new journey.
I wanted her to know.
Tonight, I’m only asking,
as much as I know
I’m wanting to know.
Oh might I know her touch,
let me know
idle fingertips might draw upon
long before an infernal
oh to know she does
in discreet naked
a sort of mystique,
smile seductive eyes
’I want you’
the woman with the golden waves
inside an auburn memory.
it was then I felt, believed, wanted her,
the circle if a delicious tease
Though we might trouble our lives,
though we did,
we know now,
in adventurous tumult,
while all around our eyes,
there became this silent partner,
to suggest, to know, to understand,
or to simply seemingly suggest,
we did continue our journey,
for we knew no other far and away and beyond
the reality of our time,
like a clock,
we did suddenly pause …
A color scheme enveloped my rise
glancing through slats
to a world I sometime do not understand.
Yet for the common good of love,
my eyes began to weep,
to know the world beyond my reach.
I have known through trial and error,
the notion of passion,
desire is in my world a wonderful air.
In the morning when I wake
she is in heart,
my soul will ache always without decline.
We walk a slow deliberate mile to learn
the scope of life, the while
of wonder in the hearts of all mankind.
Yet I can feel a blessing in disguise
to know her love,
a sweet shadow I’ll always carry in my eyes.
When all around is a soft, woven, security,
one found with an effort beyond quiet musing,
when allowance, lets me
become one with her sensuality.
There is a tenderness in her heart,
I feel the strength of sweet serenity,
her grasp of my reality,
leaves me shaking in splendid ceremony.
I wonder if it can be so simply told,
when two people fall in love,
when other worldly fashions
take the place of societal functions.
I did once, I do so several recall,
sweep the world around me,
only to fall in swoon deep inside,
the internal security of love’s solemnity.
Here is where I belong, I say with fading eyes,
the comfort of her arms hold tight my liberty.
If there could be a measure of time,
the importance of a want,
turns suddenly toward need.
If in a way a person could bottle their emotions,
in a minute of an hour,
one might share with another their desire.
Then there would be an answer,
one that might recall a design,
meant to powder the other with love,
meant to be frozen in time.
If there could be another world,
where suddenly I could hold her,
and the skies would brighten,
the magic of our horizon
might follow our quiet desires,
so I could shout upon a mountain,
how beautiful is your soul.
If there might be another world …
would you be there?
There is this place,
I like to be found,
a quiet refuge,
in the middle of everywhere.
A silent partner,
in the journey of being
human in a world of struggle,
always trying to best the man,
the best man,
the one that figured
We all seem to find the same refuge,
when life becomes a slow
old fashioned movie,
the one with Tracy & Hepburn,
perhaps a stranger played the same role,
for whatever reason,
it seems we all spend some hours
glancing out windows,
looking ahead to find the backward trail,
that place our hearts pine for in some silly manner,
believing she might be there too,
waiting for …