Oh to know the difference between a might be and a will,
the solid foundation of love in question,
Oh to realize the fallible nature of society driven by rule,
to know the outcome before we are made the fool.
Oh please believe my heart when an ache is known
for there is nowhere else I wish to be found,
then in her arms, with her sweet taste, her lips that share the night,
that in a moment I might lose myself and find comfort in thee.
Oh to know the beauty of Grace may be round,
in that her elegance of lost hope that now is found.
For there is little else to suggest,
what is the fair nature of her season,
when an urgency to respond, let energy overcome
is all that seems necessary in a day.
Glance toward the beauty of woman,
she is that provocateur, a natural sense
of human nature on display,
yet, her inner peace ought be a certainty.
Indeed, the summer air does so trigger
an elegance in nature, in primal response,
yet so is the wonder of our soul
drawn to fulfill each moment we despair.
While walking alone today, a sunlit stage,
I do imagine her, in simple luxury,
the key to sweet solace her unspoken
elegance be my charge to rest my heart upon.
Consider shadows in stealth street lit form,
their evident stance, posture, motion seen
we are all habitual,
all players in a scheme.
The physical traits of our realities easily found
on a calm summer night, an evening walk.
Yet it is the surreal nature of a moonlit stroll,
that place in our dreams offers a mystique
whereby candlelights and cobblestone combine,
the breeze is always like an autumn rain,
the shadows belong to the romantics
who decide their lives are better in natural light.
There is this wood I remember,
not too distant from the city lights,
yet enough to allow starlit magic
to be a guide,
when love decide,
two hearts will travel inside their dream.
I wish to be there with you now,
forever never letting go,
so that when tears would rain,
my eyes would yours compel,
and we would our own shadows know.
I wonder if you might know,
how soon while in the throe,
I do my willingness throw,
my heart in full tell of your soul.
I wanted to kiss you there, again,
have you swoon, and shake the reign
of self-control, to let go while in rain,
we two could train love our refrain.
I really didn’t know when your lips
did touch my meaning how my slips
into an eternal passion silent clips
of my reality would loosen my grip.
Now it is today, I am so truly lost
wishing now what is the real cost.
When I do sometime imagine,
where my world seems to wish to land,
how it is I have become the man I am today,
I wonder in the privacy of my way.
I ask myself in the quiet of a night rain,
is it me that is seeking cover from the pain,
do I ignore the needs of others,
or am I simply trying to avoid the fear of hers.
I listen to the beauty of our soft harmony,
a kiss, lips so soft I am in my own agony,
to imagine ever letting go of her sweet beauty,
I am the foolishness of my own lack of duty.
I have this yearn while watching the sky turn gray,
I do want you in my arms, her I mean, my dismay
in knowing I have been the light minded fool
of nostalgic certainty, the waving tides do cool.
A certain passion could describe the love we share,
when out of a quiet night we find we are where
we both wish to be, in arms, an unbridled love affair,
for that is the truth of our reality, someone might swear.
But I do love her, he says to himself, quite alone,
always alone again, knowing she had never known.
I stood in line waiting for an answer,
same place, different time, always laughter.
I would wait forever I heard her say,
He looked at her indeed, in a similar way.
What about the now, do you remember this
part of our lives that society suggests a hiss.
I want to hold you near me through the night
so that she could feel his love is truly right.
When does tomorrow ever arrive she asked,
his response holding the reality so unmasked.
If I reach out and touch you now, a shoulder
might help remind our hearts simplify older.
Fasten your grip upon my soul he suggested,
while curiosity remained, she was invested.
Would I if could hold this moment now forever,
once again, the touch, shoulder peeks sweater.
Oh inside this dream I have felt your love true
Oh, the yearn to reach inside, touch, Grace in you.
For in that sweet moment, while the eyes looked forward,
A stroll with a reach, a touch, a familiar sweet response,
When only she would realize the yearn is always toward,
A soft remind, a simple suggestion sensual, this once.
Then evening is the sky a sleek and distant shelter spoke,
In lives together meet upon a certain moment we smile
Together our recall, a further desire of passion to evoke,
I would then ask for a pause, to center in reach awhile.
Now in daylight the imagination plays against the rule,
Without suggestion could two soul an encounter enhance
So possible is that desire, that a sacrifice he will school
If when his eyes did open hers would welcome a chance.
Oh to know the paths we take to find one another’s release
It is that serendipity we seek in the privacy of sweet peace.