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Posts tagged “peace

Love’s Visit


 

For a time, a reflective state of mind,

was my only hope,

a refreshing recall,

always with smile, a certain

sweet celebration could overcome

my any situation

if in that moment she

did return to mind.

 

Oh to know the many moons,

the calming sunsets,

red sky alerts to help me know,

this day was in our catalogue,

we recorded everything,

so many years ago.

Now today, in my search,

the constant would carry

my life through several cycles,

the ongoing experience, the mastery of

the human condition.

Oh, such a boring reality I might often espouse.

 

Then there beyond knowledge, fantasy, speculation,

her persona did arrive,

step into my world and dance,

I thought to myself,

as she moved through the room,

causing everyone to stand still,

the energy was simply thrilling,

without any need to wonder why.

 

Skip directly to the hello,

for all of you know

well,

I did swoon her elegance.

 

The eyes, the careful smile, sweet wonder

did return and my world

seemed to embrace a new chapter.

 

Now while around me everyone plans,

the tasks are many,

the fortunes always a fantasy,

for my day,

for my years, for the very nature of why,

I do stand here,

in quiet repose,

I will tell you this time,

of course,

I do love,

and I always have

felt this emotion, this quiet fantasy,

I do wish

upon Love’s visit.

 

August 20th, 2015

(8/20/2017)

 


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.


Taking A Walk In Love


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Oh, it is that simple,

a walk, together two soul,

a forest we know,

some discretion amidst the peril

of a reality we both cherish.

 

“What do you see” she asked,

I replied,

eventually it was the lush surrounding,

at first described a path,

with lots of green, and then,

there became this journey,

rolled out before our very eyes,

I did see

forever.

It was there I then shared words.

 

We found sweet seclusion,

just off the beaten path,

it is a familiar notion,

as we have all walked on edge,

wondering about the next bend,

in the road.

I felt her fingertips intertwine

with my own,

let her lead me to a

certain shelter in the rain.

 

It was there I leaned in,

she accepted,

I gently moved further,

she swooned,

I gathered in her energy,

for that is the key,

I felt in the moment,

to have her in my arms,

look over the natural habitat,

and wonder

together,

where was our place in the storm.

 

I did kiss her with reason,

she felt safe in my arms,

while we watched the world around us,

evolve as it naturally should.

 

We two, together

became quiet listeners.


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.


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.


Because I Cannot Have You


It is why,

can you not understand,

when my arms tire,

from the emotional stress of trying

always hoping,

a constant fury in my mind,

wanting to pull you my way.

 

My arms do certainly tire,

as does my brain,

my eyes in a constant search,

psychologically I am drained,

wanting to reach out and touch you,

I can feel your skin on my fingertips in this moment,

tracing a strand of hair across your brow,

watching your smile turn to peace,

see your eyes,

loving you again.

 

I can continue trying,

until the tears,

they become so real,

the fantasy begins to fade away.