I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

Posts tagged “memory

When Last Night Whispers


In the reality of my dreams,

I watched her go about her world,

a spectator

I could stand nearby

notice and wonder,

watch the being of her energy

carry a room,

cause purpose in the eyes of an onlooker.

 

This is the certain radiance,

when woman in elegance,

allows only the shine,

the reverence belongs inside a dream

where reality can never sway

the delight of an innocent eye.

 

I stood near the doorway,

wondering about exits,

clearly concerned

the outside world,

where everyone is on their own,

I contemplated the next moment,

would she always stand nearby.

 

Turning toward the room,

I let my dream take me away,

forever bound by the delight of time,

she would, will, can she really, well, yes,

always dance inside a dream

my dream,

the setting

would I rather remain,

an eternal reminder.

 

When love does call out,

we can all remind ourselves,

there is beauty in time,

an elegance in

a silent utterance.


Full Moon Blues


Trying

rather than allowing

overcompensation

recreating compassionate clarity

commonality

far beyond an easily sought energy.

the skies are quiet and alive

a lunar mediocrity for some,

to me tonight, it is my only sweet recall.


Guilt in Love


It is the drowning,

a dark realization

when forgotten

the other

when each breath

suggests a dissonance,

an inability to know

their side

her own survival

depends clearly upon

a deeper more sudden

impact of fear

an uneasiness

a storm that will rage

internal turmoil.

 

While he delves toward

the highest crest

her innate ability

a want to survive

rests upon a cool autumn morning

the leaves have fallen

it is time to sleep now.

 


The Rains


Seemed right

to wake

a sudden jolt

and a flash, soft patterns

play a tapestry on my mind.

 

When wishing Nature’s beauty

suddenly transformed

that day we were hidden in love,

the skies protected our surround

while we

in arms

kept safeguard upon our soul.

 

I am listening,

hearing, a sadly alert

sense of time and place,

laying awake

wondering where she might know …

My heartache begins a slow

and deliberate

flood,

Iveant to feel

the rains

leave traces of beauty

reminders in song

stream along my cheeks.


When Love Matters Beyond Need


A hurting soul,

one fully aware,

there is a cosmic energy

takes over beyond the real

when two lives cross avenue

to begin a trail

of flowered symphony,

of delight in passion,

when skies above

are always blue with

cascading  cymbals

orchestrated by the mind’s eye.

 

I am in that place

where only tears remain,

where confusion

overlays the reality of my dreams.

She is my harmony,

her mystique and empathy,

her brilliant capture of my psyche,

she does offer the muse

of my need to recognize

the value of a life.

 

Yet, burdens they may be,

a time is not forgotten,

only built upon to satisfy a tear,

to know this is

real

we did understand

just love


In Soft Rain


There is a certain response

in Nature’s grasp upon our humanity,

we feel the sense of urgency,

when memory,

a soft rain,

a sweet graying sky,

a distant notion of asking why,

may suddenly become

the answer to our own,

quiet recall.

 

Sitting inside

the walls remain

those that sheltered our eyes,

from a distant reality.

 

Now remains alone,

the gentle man of words,

those inspired by her elegance,

the surreal nature of this energy,

our time,

the moments,

the seconds passing into hours,

the days ahead,

now long behind,

yet fresh,

like a late summer rain,

cleansing our soul

with a wish,

a passionate embrace

in our together natural psyche.

 

Oh I do feel her next to me,

my heart soft in its reflex,

knowing how to swoon

has given me allowance …

a will to appreciate

the beauty of time,

the exquisite nature of her.


Imagine Quiet Resistance


The way I live my world,

wondering, imagining,

a curious emotion,

a satisfying memory,

to fill the space of reality.

 

In the space of an hour,

I can be next to her,

holding close her passion,

breathing in sweet delight,

hers is a romantic flair.

 

Tonight, is a fantasy,

I will walk through hours,

when together our lives,

become one in passion,

sensing the love that is real.

 

 

When I close my eyes,

she will be supine,

a figure in twilight,

restful with hair splayed,

upon my settling gasps.

 

I remember the linens,

the outline of her beauty,

I could recall forever,

the simple beauty,

the lovely tears in my eyes.

 

For it was in that one time,

when together our lives,

we did walk throughout the night

inside the pleasure of our dreams,

to find oneness in soul.