Wanting

A sinking feeling remains

the cold breeze of autumn return

whereby with streaking skies

the accent of winter will loom

gives a romantic flair

to a sunny afternoon.

 

Yet now the night,

the breeze turns slowly to a chill

the response to events

yet offering remedy at stake,

the craft of attraction

brought to a silent halt.

 

What we know today

feels like a lean upon slippery

rocks in a natural pull of gravity

seeking peace

yet lowering our sad yes

to find the chasm scream below.

 

We are the least important value

when a solemn regret is our scheme.


 

~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~

Occasional Fantasy

Those moments

when gasps accelerate

the notion of passion that

coveted imagination

allows the mind to travel

inside the fantasy

of sweet alluring desire,

the idea of release,

a wanton wish

to travel inside her world

while she might indeed wrap

her own lips around

his select posture,

the two then lost inside

one another,

gathering storm

whereby the reality of a certain

soul-framing outcome

would match the ache

our hearts feel

when alone.


~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~

This Way, Every Day, We Fall Away


If a sun might rise in wistful autumn

might the blazing maple speak a sonnet.

For when hue shining spectacular let

sweet mind visit simple love is solemn.

 

Wake readily would human condition

in accentuate disclosure in fall

moments leading toward his callous gall

wanting her redeeming peace a notion.

 

Ardent leaves breaking free will symbolize

a passing, swift as a breeze will carry

forward important energy, tarry

none will be argument for we the wise.

 

Is love is meant is time is not we cease,

Whisper sweet we descend to soil in peace

– for Zelda

 

~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~