Under the Same Moon
We’ll always have those moments,
a quiet walk,
a chilly evening,
the laughter of someone’s intrusion,
our space,
yet, in all the memories,
I’ll hold onto you and feel blessed to know,
I still can love you under
the same moon that tears at our heart.
Full Moon Blues
I looked at the moon tonight,
I wished it were described
through her eyes,
so that only I could understand,
what it is she was looking for.
I would like to imagine passion,
like the lunar magic in a holistic pattern,
all of us drawn,
well especially her and me,
by the mystique of the moon.
I stayed inside then
the remainder of the night,
I knew the stars were there,
under the moon light,
we could all pretend we were
there together.
I listened to the blues,
wondered about certain energy,
hoped I might be alright,
to have this tendency,
to want to understand,
and get it.
Under the light of the moon,
Sang the blues in a quiet swoon.
Search Sweet the Skies
Sharp crisp sunlight, seeks some venue,
to entertain the eye.
She, delightful seductive sensuous gait,
allowing only a glance
a wisp as a breeze shudders skin
with sweet cool brilliance,
her body moves motion, wave of desire
perhaps unaware but assure
her now she is beautiful in the wind.
Hers is our brief glimpse.
~
When last the evening horizon looms
we imagine an ocean mist
shuddering our naked body with swift
current that alive nature speaks
a moon begins slow to caress the sky,
while she dances, alive
legs twirl, body arch to reach content
when we may view elegance
on a hot summer’s night in the sand,
Embrace we too soft the land.
~
We do have our dreams we live by
those moments we suspend,
a memory allows our return to then
a witness to sheer beauty
again. If were the world to pretend
grace’s passion, a lament
that tears the eye while wishing true
her eyes might see me there,
then certain the need to imagine wild
would only remain notion.
~
In search, while gales of summer do blow
in certainty her delight in love, I do know.
I Am Here
In the same room
under the full moon
I wonder about you
if you look the same
pleasant eyes
perhaps in the throes
of self-exploration
as am I
in constant evaluation
wandering through my past
lives and hoping that
day I became a different
person didn’t shadow
all of my true desires
my passions
my fantasies
I always hope they might
be the same as your own …
we are often the same
alone in our words
wondering about each other
without knowing our names
just speculating
there has to be another
and more and more
thousands perhaps that live
with the moment
under the same moon.
