In a romantic sidewalk cafe,
drawn by sweet energy,
our touch imagined
a soft reminder of why,
of what, of when, because,
we might, we can, we wish
to then hold one another
in passion’s embrace.
We do then find our smile,
fingertip trace a familiar strand of elegance,
a smile while raised eyebrows
suggest comfort lost and found again,
hands fall together to hold on,
to hold on,
to allow time to pass while hearts do breathe.
Smile with me, and know forever is
the immediacy of love.
There is a difference in tone,
a solitary figure in a moonlit backdrop,
the sky is a canvas capable of new horizons,
if only for a moment the character
might stand completely still.
Completely still inside a memory,
holding onto the silence,
a wishful recall
a sweet response to time
is all the solitary figure might choose.
Might choose offers certain doubt,
when realizing how time plays a role
in knowing love,
he does want to stand there forever,
in the hope that stillness might be a blessing.
She is that fond imagination,
the caress of somber spirituality,
the sort that energy
speaks of out loud
without any reservation, ever.
I once recall a story of a man,
caught inside a cycle of quiet remind,
always pushing, forever angling,
imagining the final stride would
accentuate his peak, yet the fall …
There is a breaking point in sanity,
when beyond the notion of real,
the body might sacrifice comfort,
instead a forever lust toward peace,
will always compel a forgiveness ahead.
When walking alone hopeful by design,
I would the eternal march quiet resign.
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 …
I wonder if they know,
his mind was quite unspoken,
when a revelation
of sanity would steal his passion.
Sitting alone again,
sitting again in the quiet of an evening,
wondering just how this happens,
wandering throughout the many avenues,
the mind will take this forlorn
this human condition,
a travesty one might suggest if only anyone else
really cared as much as
the real victims that exist around
all the time.
Ever do we wonder about the soul,
when lost in the critical masses
of exceptional reasoning.
Inside that depression piece,
seems to speak its own mind
when no other reasoning
comes to mind.
On a given day,
no matter if it might be local,
perhaps across the world,
there is a reason,
if in the beat of our audible pulse,
the heart can speak,
and she will honor love.
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
Like yesterday, perhaps in the moment,
to the naked eye,
such is beauty,
inherent in the persona
of a lover in her privacy.
Only quiet reminders
such is the treasure will
behold upon a man,
sweet delight is mystique.
If forever could suggest,
a need to expression,
then while the world evolves,
would my heart be held in hers.
We will remember the moment
sweet demeanor is passionate notice.
I was in a mellow place,
watching the sunset,
imagining a love I’ve always known,
trying to find a balance,
always thrown back and forth,
a pleasant sort of carnival ride.
I like to imagine love,
in a sort of natural setting.
That’s always the case,
she did, does, will always let me be
who I am.
despite some needy error driven
insecurity that I always bring to the show,
she does always
leave me feeling
this remarkable love.
Though I am the one,
to realize time is always out of my hands,
I’m in her grasp though,
some eternal mystique
is the soul touches my heart.