Love’s Visit
For a time, a reflective state of mind,
was my only hope,
a refreshing recall,
always with smile, a certain
sweet celebration could overcome
my any situation
if in that moment she
did return to mind.
Oh to know the many moons,
the calming sunsets,
red sky alerts to help me know,
this day was in our catalogue,
we recorded everything,
so many years ago.
Now today, in my search,
the constant would carry
my life through several cycles,
the ongoing experience, the mastery of
the human condition.
Oh, such a boring reality I might often espouse.
Then there beyond knowledge, fantasy, speculation,
her persona did arrive,
step into my world and dance,
I thought to myself,
as she moved through the room,
causing everyone to stand still,
the energy was simply thrilling,
without any need to wonder why.
Skip directly to the hello,
for all of you know
well,
I did swoon her elegance.
The eyes, the careful smile, sweet wonder
did return and my world
seemed to embrace a new chapter.
Now while around me everyone plans,
the tasks are many,
the fortunes always a fantasy,
for my day,
for my years, for the very nature of why,
I do stand here,
in quiet repose,
I will tell you this time,
of course,
I do love,
and I always have
felt this emotion, this quiet fantasy,
I do wish
upon Love’s visit.
August 20th, 2015
(8/20/2017)
Empty Spaces
A sudden urgency to speak,
yet, words disappear,
seem to,
does anyone notice,
or is it just another passing, wait,
listen,
the silence speaks.
I can notice the world,
while near me,
her presence
inviting, intriguing, invigorating
in sweet manner of soft elegance.
I wonder if a person
might know the beauty they might contain.
In empty spaces,
I would preference her time,
her quiet demeanor,
acceptance,
a lovely energy,
speaks quietly to
love.
writing words & Her
Oh I do on occasion confuse,
the true meaning of love,
it is when in an intellectual storm,
I sometimes forget,
or perhaps I choose,
while deep inside my mind,
I know the answer manifests itself as a want.
I want to seduce her,
I want to have her gasp at my touch,
I want to teach her how to let go and journey beyond
I want her to love me,
in the same manner I wish to always love her.
Then later, after the travel, the explosive gathering of storm,
when feeling the shelter of her center,
the beauty is grace in the arms of her sweet passion,
then later,
when I do recall the words,
I know she might wonder about
seduction.
Is it a ploy, or a necessary piece of the whole,
where does elegance come into play,
when the ultimate goal is to bring distinct pleasure
into her life,
into her being,
into the reason she might wish to breathe, to feel, to respond.
When do the words seem enough.
On The Topic of Parks
I once knew a woman,
or perhaps she …
I sang a familiar lyric,
while she may walk with me,
in the sunlight,
under the summer leaves,
of our favorite park,
perhaps a trail filled with memory.
I remember feeling a security,
in having her hands touch me,
walk along my shoulders,
trace my chest, soft, precise,
she could light up a path,
that miles ahead,
would carry the same energy,
that with her in hand,
let me thrive,
allowed my body to come
to live in this lovely dimension.
I always felt at peace,
a certain delight,
a remarkable blessing
to have her,
to have you by my side,
having a walk
in the park.
In my eyes,
you were special.
The Surety of My Hypocrisy
Yes I do glance
I look, I imagine,
I create in my mind a world,
set apart from anyone nearby,
because it is mine,
and only then,
can my freedom be defined.
She is of a certain memory,
a night sky filled with sweet energy,
the stars are reminders,
seek the constellations,
I have been in this place
once before,
I know I have because she
does cradle my anxiety in a
spectacular wave of
cool mountain breeze.
We all have
one time or another,
imagined that lovely vision,
the trigger of our soul,
to suddenly ask a heartache,
to recall just that one time,
that moment,
when all eyes were elsewhere,
except ours for only a thought
might allow our hearts
an open reckoning
of the beauty inside,
that place so often forgotten,
when desire creates
a need for elegance
to step aside.
Reminders of Altered States
I remember now,
how I laughed and cried,
and eventually tried
to see the end of a long
narrow scope,
one that did not contain anyone
to measure true elegance.
I recall yet, still,
in the absurdity of reason,
wondering how to fill a void
beyond this energy,
her energy,
knowing yet even still,
I had no reason to be wishing so.
We form unions,
when we do,
we carefully decide upon choice,
and yet,
there is that piece, that part of
ourselves,
the skeptic, the wanderer, the
romantic,
seems always to wonder.
Is it lust,
that calls upon our definition
of love,
so powerful we with willing,
create difficult scenarios,
the sort they make movies about,
write epic literary rendezvous,
with names like Fitzgerald,
Nin, Yves, Chopin, even Oates is real.
I once knew a woman,
whom when shadows failed,
the strict sunlight of an opaque desert,
called me forward,
and with each grain of sand I might encounter,
I could clearly see,
no reminder, no parallel,
no one would ever come close,
in the affirming nature of
serendipity,
I came to realize truth
is a lovely complexity.
In A World, Love
I listen to music,
in the hope it might take me somewhere,
away from a simple fear,
it is that reality of knowing forever
does last,
clearly remains
my heart holds memory,
an ache in a serene morning sunrise,
a sudden turn toward anxiety in the moment,
when I do come to terms,
to realize,
to gather together all of my energy,
and when in examination,
she is there,
standing before me,
an image of sanctity,
some might suggest offering sanity,
she is a model of that reminder,
that pleasantry turned compelling become my
authenticity,
my cry for a
purpose to seek freedom
in the eye of love.
I’m here today
only to fulfill a promise,
to offer definition
toward
understanding just how a person
might become my central means
to finding accentuate
meaning
in my life,
in who I am,
in what that is that causes my
stir …
when glancing toward a
perfect sky,
I suddenly do know just
why.
I remember moonlit horizons,
when though time might not allow,
I could still visualize
a silver lining
in the energy of the twilight
caress of her memory,
in wherever we might be,
together,
with each other,
yet the miles,
oh the many miles and challenges
to having our parallel lives,
find avenue
into each other’s heart.
Oh how many nights
can I count stars until they all
do find their eventual pattern,
suggests to me,
love is out of my hands if only to understand,
it is Grace beyond my comprehension.
Where doe my responsibility land,
today,
as I think about the wonder of her,
of you,
yes it is meaningful to speak directly,
to tell you,
everything I say,
every word, nuance, imagined
moment,
is defined by my eyes closed tight,
and listening
for the words that you pass on to me,
simply by being,
simply by love,
you,
love,
real.
it is truth that breathes eternal.
