Walking In

Its atmosphere

familiar

the sounds, the people, the energy,

a little Moody Blues,

I’m with her again,

in this moment,

I can feel the soft touch of fingertips

searching, yearning, a quiet resonate gasp,

the nature of this,

a love

we both would understand

if confusion could not lay in between,

the soft sense of a night sky,

familiar ground,

a coffee nearby,

another nostalgic notion,

I do recall

when last I did see her,

it was here in this parallel universe,

where our lives

were tied to the reality of a locked door,

a smile, a laugh, a knowing glance

a quiet evening,

when love did seem to draw

hearts closer together,

to another time,

in recent days,

lips did touch,

lives did matter,

time did

stand still while

walking in.


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

for Zelda

Speaking of the Moon

It was an afterthought,

driving home,

the eastern sky suddenly on fire

my mind

in the sweet form of the full moon.

 

Oh so many moons have

wandered my mind

imagining,

a sweet fantasy turns reality,

and yet left

in a silent daze of beauty.

 

The moon does such trials to the mind,

in its mystique

reminds us all we are

glancing at the same

the sensuality of nature’s evening

illumination.

 

I wanted a picture,

to send,

to remind,

a suggestion of time,

that this is the same moon,

we did, I wished, she might

find in the quiet …


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

A Path In The Road

He said it well when struggling to know

‘two roads diverged in the wood’*

and then we found ourselves

standing alone again.

 

We walked a path together

hands held, looking ahead

not knowing where just

feeling the crisp spring air.

 

Stood on a river bank,

sat in the dried mud,

our elbows propped so

we could feel shoulders,

 

smiles in recognizing the

fisherman across the river,

his dog bounding nearby,

wondering if he might see us;

 

I remember I didn’t mind,

because I was with her,

and no one could ever

take away a moment in the sun.

 

With the one I love,

I remember wanting the hours

forever, to keep our hearts

warm with the passion of day.

 

This one day, there were many

this way, where we could walk

in the sight of day, and love

one another until the stars …

 

It was then we began to know the night

sky would beckon our realities home.

*Robert Frost – The Road Not Taken


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~