Truth in my Way

Truth is …

she is with me now

though miles collide

the nature of her

energy

is in my waking morning.

 

Truth is …

while the world around us

obligatory custom

will decide our hours

mine will be consumed in

Fantasy

the notion, touching her.

 

Truth is …

though we now we know

an ultimate sacrifice

my eyes holding yours we find

the Sea

this love we have eternal.

 

Truth …

she is my happiness.

 

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

for Zelda

Inside the Certainty of Love

That spectacular feeling,

an emotion screaming to be heard,

the lights flashing, sparkling, an imagined

atmosphere of unrestrained ego,

every aspect of the body is content

in realizing this is me,

this is you, us, we are,

and yet where we were, we are now,

when everything that matters,

becomes just this!

 

… until …

 

The fracture,

the question, the analysis, the coveted

‘whom am I in your eyes’

becomes far more important than simply

the beautiful being that she was

and always

will

be inside my own eyes.

 

Tears fall as eloquently upon my breast

as do perhaps the words I choose

to describe this one,

so surreal in the atmosphere of understanding

just how does the human condition

play a role

in allowing our lives to gain

trust

inside the spectrum of another’s eyes,

no matter the circumstance,

there will always be that one time,

when I did

and forever now, when passing memory

I will … forever, love you

 

~just finding my way, a personal journey~