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
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,
I do love,
and I always have
felt this emotion, this quiet fantasy,
I do wish
upon Love’s visit.
August 20th, 2015
To be so close,
a step in this direction,
a quiet moment of reflection,
to know nearby,
her grace and subtle tear,
so very poignant, apparent,
a purposeful posit of love.
Two cosmic travels ago,
we did our lives intersect,
the visual notice of each other,
in a familiar setting,
enough to reach and touch each other’s
long quieted soul.
Oh, to know that moment
has changed my world forever,
in that eternal schema
of what is matter,
and how does chance include
the absolute of our
I am here,
as are you,
my heart intersects the lines of sweet
innocence plays the strings of our lives.
If while listening to heartbeats,
I could recognize a pace,
a steady beat of love,
oh, to know the passion of time.
I would channel my desire,
to hold true that pattern of
every manner of a cooing dove,
give Grace to this my kind.
If wants more easily defined,
would we have an everlasting
key for that eternal bliss we see,
when falling further forward.
If when seeking sweet remedy,
could a person so tenderly,
allow only time to fade the sky,
the world upon might carry on.
If when she then glanced my way,
would it be that for every day,
might my love be her muse mystique,
carry on sensuality in magic’s way.
Oh forever have the challenges defend
the loss, the failure of this spoken way,
love is a fallen sea of treasure,
we might always seek a measure.
If for now I could see in her eyes,
might I then forever be so wise.
No longer running,
done that far too often,
seeing landscapes and wondering why,
same visual attractions,
solutions are found
A waiting game
yet, I’m tiring, the run
is far too long.
I’ve decided to stand,
find the absolute rather than
any alternative meaning.
when days would go by,
upon my return,
the complexity of this,
like a gentle breeze
might alter blossoms
inside the rite of spring.
I wonder if
while the speaker knows,
the listener can realize,
even when believing the answer
the solution is necessary,
I am still left curious,
wanting to understand,
whether time permits,
or shatters sweet imagery.
I just know
for the moment,
though it is meant as
I’m standing alone,
It was afterward,
When the dust did settle,
When alone in my quiet,
I did recall,
Not just the time, that was sweet,
More the opportunity,
To know, to love, to understand …
Beauty is not simply what we see,
It is the embody of all,
Every aspect of whom we believe,
Might show desire, a passion, a sense,
Always dignity, always integrity,
Inside our heart
We discover in those moments soft,
We do recognize truth.
So when the tears came,
I wasn’t shy
As much as I did only rely,
On the reality of my tears,
They were designed for you,
For her, for now, for the moment,
That we could suddenly feel,
This was the real our tears,
Now streaming, allowed the two of us,
We can decide what might be right
when coming to terms with who we are,
together in a moment, we know sweet
is the energy that triggers our soul.
When we’re apart we recall our eyes,
searching one another with a sure smile,
wondering if the other is as much in love,
as we know we are, the coo of a dove.
So, now we continue to share our lives,
with one another, this new chapter
contains pleasure and pomp and laughter,
for we are as close as the day we are after.
I wander, my mind, beyond the immediate
memory, to hold truth, love, will not deviate.
I think I discovered something today,
or perhaps it was meant to arrive this way,
I always do wonder,
I wander through my day, in a curious state,
always asking myself,
what is it I really believe is love …
Yes, it is there I stumble,
trying to find a reason, an explanation,
it is then my intellect does begin,
to kick in, sometimes wanting to kick my teeth in,
I am in a constant state of explanation,
finding comfort in my own
Perhaps it is there I must begin again,
to reason is not to win,
to accept is seemingly a sufficient path,
a road to travel,
a lesser evil to our constant desire,
to rearrange the coarse gravel is our lives.
Much like while in the forest green,
does my mind reflect upon my love for her,
in the peaceful setting,
of this wild wood beyond my own easy grasp,
a place of certain fear and terror,
if lost inside the mechanic of the human mind.
Appears before me then a glen,
a rushing water does certain reach its end,
to flow inside surreal landscape, offers a peace to my eye,
I would sit here to rest my mind,
to imagine the beauty surround,
a bird with winged departure,
leaves me with song,
immediately then it is her beauty is in my eye.
So, I do wander, while the visual wonder of the sky,
does in my mind ask me always,
what is the question why,
and who is the reason I would choose to cry,
to laugh, to design, to give urgency, to know it is joy,
that could cause my need to cry.
Perhaps it might be only that simple,
as does the scholar suggest there is no reason why,
only then do we begin,
to know, to see, to inevitably feel,
the euphoria of wanting to sigh,
in the eye of love,
is to know we might find a departur from
whereby we can then land our soul,
nearby, our psyche,
for the taking …
For it is not our own device to master,
only the wonder of her,
it is such the honey of her lips,
the sensation in arousal of her skin,
harmony in caress, the loss of control
begins to take over the essence of whole …
And when it is we let it begin,
this is love.