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Posts tagged “Her

We Walk Together


We think with a similar stride,

a stroll,

the mind carried away,

inside this world of shadows and mystique.

I in my own quiet,

imagine her as she moves,

such grace I have seen before,

yet now,

I’m left creating a visual

takes me to a place,

like a ledge upon the end of my earth.

I would fall in forever,

if I knew she might be holding me

while the soil dissolves below my grasp.

 

When in the darkest corner of my nightmare,

I am suddenly pulled aside

given a light to find my way,

her words,

it is in the sweet realized beauty of

her soul,

that I might breathe again,

the shallow walls of anxiety,

slowly slip away,

as a familiar energy, fills my heart

so I may float toward the sky.

 

The walk we share in stride,

is the path I choose,

I wander in my own solace,

knowing I may hold her hand,

so together our travels,

open avenues toward sweet peace.


In A Quiet Twilight


her_ghost_in_the_fog_by_dimmfreak

There’s been a lot of talk recently,

about what it is,

what we have,

how the world seems to function,

though we’re an anomaly to

the truth.

 

I came home tonight,

yes, a sort of settling fashion,

so often I’ve felt out of place,

in a wonder,

not knowing really,

where home might ever be.

 

I knew it once,

when in her arms,

she cradled me,

oh, yes, I am a man,

but there is something rather

fortunate,

when a woman does hold your

soul in everlasting love.

 

So, tonight,

I’m aching a little bit,

there’s a settling sort of peace,

knowing love,

knowing she does love,

knowing,

is really all that matters

some times.

 

Then comes the wonder,

in the night,

the twilight with the crickets,

singing that familiar song,

we both agreed,

last week, indeed,

we listened to the same

melody.

 

In the quiet of the twilight,

I do love

her.

 

* photo found on Deviant Art

 


Standing in Twilight


I stood outside last night,

waiting for a show,

though, as I stepped through a summer,

screen door,

I couldn’t help but notice,

the brilliant amber on a night sky,

the leaves and forest and wonder about me,

all glistened in the moon’s mystique.

 

I knew the show would be out of my hands,

or perhaps the script rewritten,

for now, I imagined the sheer beauty of nightfall,

offered under a natural streaming light,

one that brought me to a different place,

like any such dabbling in nature light,

is meant to do.

 

I thought of her in this surreal setting,

and I wondered,

I wished, I hoped, I prayed,

the energy I felt might be compelled,

by the sweet nature of her.


Last Night I Cried


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,

To love.


In Wanders of Love


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

awkward destination.

 

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

ourselves,

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.


In Morning Song


I listened this morning,

the forest outside my window,

come to life, the wetlands,

creatures beyond my eyes would sing,

to suggest that beauty is inherent,

beyond the scope of my humanity.

 

I wished your energy to carry that soul,

the delightful ambience outside our control,

in that moment,

of self examination,

if we can sometime, step beyond ourselves,

a bigger picture,

makes allowance,

some spiritual guidance,

though we oft forget a grasp,

will protect our being with eternal grace.

 

I lay in linens,

listened to the song,

imagined you near me,

so I might hold you through the storm,

and capture your tears in my lips,

a smile,

your eyes,

to know this life is beautiful.

 

I lay for the moment,

knowing the impact of your world,

how his delightful smile,

is always waiting your quiet caress,

he is your remarkable miracle,

and it his energy belongs in your arms.

His music is your love.

 

I listened to the sounds of nature for awhile,

always hearing your precious gift,

I am grateful to know,

it is your undying energy,

does touch our soul.


When I Think About Love


I often while in wonder, imagine a perfect life,

It isn’t as much what you might want to believe,

more essence of a shared love;

my life,

lives a purpose bound around goals,

a sometime realization that this was, might be, is

right.

I’m thinking about love today,

as I watch the world slowly drift by,

waiting upon a vehicle,

a certain style of verse,

a reason to understand just why,

and yet,

I’m still trying to figure it all out,

what measure,

what eternal dial of time will define,

my own perception of love.

She does hold my heart,

she knows,

and yet, I feel compelled to explain,

it is not because I can,

more truly the reason,

is her undying love,

my response to feeling that want, desire, passion,

all rolled into this is who I am,

today,

for now in the moment,

this is where I want to be,

with you, her, with a spiritual energy,

it is real in my eyes,

no fantasy,

sweet enlightenment.

I do look to the sky,

I wonder why,

and yet,

the answer is not clearly found,

only instead, brought about by a selective

faith in my own mind,

what I feel is true,

when I think about love.