Wait until the end of a storm, to know,
when gray disappears, I could find you,
for that is my blue,
that is my intrigue asking to be found.
For it is this kiss, I might hesitate,
yet in this moment,
I leave my passion suspended,
for it is in your heart I want
and there, by the moonlight,
standing on a bridge,
it is where you will find my soul.
Tonight, in the breeze,
a chill of reality plays our soft tell,
stand with me, hold me, see me,
know that I would walk the hours
to have your heart
share my love for you.
For it is that intrigue,
so might we imagine,
so wrapped in words of
a timeless tradition …
for while I glance the sky,
I’m at peace realizing I never will,
I’ll always be satisfied,
knowing I don’t know why …
When knowing her freedom
is resolute in quiet integrity
is definable in spontaneity
is wonderful to allow natural sigh
is forever intertwined in truth.
Though while allowance gave peace
he did respond to certainty
he would revel in her elegance
he might also known the truth, real,
is assurance human condition feels.
While life has simple turns and memory
his complication her beauty
the mystique when touch her cheek,
his lips, back of fingertip,
when eyes wet rest upon her soul ,,,
Will whisper now freedoms in simple love
When in a sea of time,
we can feel each other,
we know, our heart is reaching,
we are still,
slow respond, for there is a forever,
we would rather wait,
it is some eternal demand,
will be in that infinite sea,
even waves of serendipity,
play the master,
we might both be found to be
figures in a wonderful backdrop,
one might allow
one day might
It was when we first said hello,
I mean the time we felt a tear,
a certain joy in knowing,
we searched, smiled, soared.
Long before the action of love
would create a simple rapture
in our everyday notions
of what it was we were looking for.
She told me about eyes,
and even when I already knew,
I could never forget how important
my life would be if found in a glance.
There we began our journey,
always finding a quiet fire,
would lead me back to her own
sense of timing, wanting, deciding.
It is in the eyes of a lover,
might we find a certain peace.
In the reality of my dreams,
I watched her go about her world,
I could stand nearby
notice and wonder,
watch the being of her energy
carry a room,
cause purpose in the eyes of an onlooker.
This is the certain radiance,
when woman in elegance,
allows only the shine,
the reverence belongs inside a dream
where reality can never sway
the delight of an innocent eye.
I stood near the doorway,
wondering about exits,
the outside world,
where everyone is on their own,
I contemplated the next moment,
would she always stand nearby.
Turning toward the room,
I let my dream take me away,
forever bound by the delight of time,
she would, will, can she really, well, yes,
always dance inside a dream
would I rather remain,
an eternal reminder.
When love does call out,
we can all remind ourselves,
there is beauty in time,
an elegance in
a silent utterance.
A breeze is my reminder,
the moment we held one another,
all the foreboding romantic
while the world around us,
we stopped in a moment,
a silent yet lovely
and the winds shifted,
not that frigid arctic,
cause icy pain sort of way,
just a reminder,
we were now
left to wonder
‘what is this’
in a kiss.
Oh to be the nature of her mysterious energy,
inside the realm of desire, a passion,
far beyond simple terms,
yet complicated in a world less defined.
We walk outside of our memory to forget
that which is real,
she is real,
I step back inside to wrap my love around her being,
I can stay there forever,
and yet, she will live her life,
knowing there is love.
Little does the reality of our world matter,
beyond a few special moments,
those opportunities to mentor child,
to say the Grace of beautiful eyes thrive in a mother’s touch,
to watch a man in ecstatic form as his children
embark on a world with confidence,
Then night time comes, he with his chair,
she with her soft recline,
a place he found love and shared desire,
he remembers well,
together they do know a lifetime,
a parallel universe …
This is love, he says to himself, wiping away tears,
this a part of his life – she blessed him with truth.