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.
It is dark in its gloomy tone,
I tend to walk past,
always feeling known,
yet able in the light
to find safe passage.
Away from the dark places
in my mind,
those foreboding regions
of despondent hell
where reality laughs
in the face of love.
Tonight I have been asked
to step inside
to slam the door closed
to not ever reach back
for my words
are no longer welcome.
It is a dark place
where fear resides.
There is clarity,
in walking through our reality,
I’m in a hurry,
hoping to find you there.
I watched every person,
family, couple, single woman
walking through the
The streets were active,
the spirit of love in the air,
except alone I stood in the crowd.
I was waiting, hoping, wanting,
I wished for an interaction,
the possibility our paths might cross.
The night belonged to the active locals,
A quiet little borough, where I couldn’t find her.
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 …
camera ready level
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.