Oh to know the difference between a might be and a will,
the solid foundation of love in question,
Oh to realize the fallible nature of society driven by rule,
to know the outcome before we are made the fool.
Oh please believe my heart when an ache is known
for there is nowhere else I wish to be found,
then in her arms, with her sweet taste, her lips that share the night,
that in a moment I might lose myself and find comfort in thee.
Oh to know the beauty of Grace may be round,
in that her elegance of lost hope that now is found.
The speaker addressed the room,
eyes upon them, many thoughtful worries,
all seeking the same outcome,
They traveled for miles,
alone in their own personal struggles,
each one living a quiet curiosity,
all of them believing in a certain goodness.
Life is fallible,
now asked to believe,
we are all part of this machine.
The speaker noticed one
tucked away with purpose
in the far back row,
from a distant he could see their eyes.
Even when we try to hide in a crowd,
the red circles around our lives,
do tell a story,
one for which we might be proud.
The speaker then asked everyone in the room,
if you could share one thing what would it be,
and then he directed the people
to look one another in the eye, for a time …
A mystique that I can count on,
to see her eyes,
the color of her hair,
I hold on to her
while others can only imagine,
this visual beauty,
that once swept their visual glance.
I do hold on to you now,
for it is that moment I want only to recall,
a touch of your lips,
gracious and sweet,
the yearning, the pace,
the accentuate gasp
when found inside your world.
I wonder about love
and is it this painful to endure,
the silence of knowing just how
salient your dreams are for me,
for I do wish to be
inside that day in the woods,
when you kissed me,
and I asked you to let me
hold onto you forever.
I will, I do, I can as long as time
will let me be with your memory.
I struggle with words,
they seem to carry on a certain storyline,
one I can never really grasp,
until the print allows my eyes to remember,
the swimming in motion ends
when it becomes the right time to let go.
I’d like to find the imagery in pain,
is it the steel edge cutting into a red ribbon,
where eyes might watch the soul slip away
in steady stream
no more hesitation,
a quiet, soothing, not so eternal release.
A friend of mine once said to me,
it is true we live our lives a very short time,
so in that span of countless hours,
we might remember love,
for it is that spiritual energy allows our smile,
if only for a brief instant,
to give us hope, a meaning and reason to survive.
I know that sometimes words might convey meaning,
but if it isn’t felt then they do become
only a semantic journey filled with imagery and pause.
Oh it’s true, not simply a mockery
we often appear to be more cagey
I’ve carried the wounds of childhood,
in order to find comfort in that I would.
This life I lead is sometimes a travesty
I hurt people to benefit me, simplicity.
A long time ago, she seemed to agree
yet still today I haven’t a place to be.
I live in a bubble some might decide
if pierced life would surely need subside.
Yet, somehow I maintain an integrity
one that surely lives on in subtlety.
She is the maker of my dreams I swoon
though it is me shatters imagery too soon.
I wonder about this state of mind tonight
is it really all that matters or that might.
I can feel my body is resolute with despair
I cannot move from this place to there.
I wish that I could feel a sense of response
to rather know the pain than cause a ponce
I’m a quiet man inside my lonely mind
there’s far too much memory to remind.
I hope that time might heal the pain I cause
for as much as time for me does give pause.
I love to know that my life here does exist
for the need to disappear I then might resist.
Its actually the way she does,
when he falters,
she manages to find the right words,
he is the constant skeptic,
always believing that this might be the case,
and then the sun rises again,
she is radiant in her peace,
he humbled by the virtue she displays,
she has to wonder if that is enough,
or will he walk toward her enchantment again,
with little regard for anything else around him,
only a certain energy,
he does desire her words, eyes, voice,
if everything might be so simple,
then his constant musings,
could be quelled
long enough for his muse to be able to freely,
I cannot share what I feel,
only know I can find comfort
time allows our lives to find balance.
In the scheme of things,
no one would understand,
when the words are put aside, we smile.
Oh, to feel your touch, your skin,
your sweet twirl on the back of my neck,
to reach and touch your cheek,
to know you feel me now is my peace.
It is this – we – our travels,
so special in a distant harmony
defined only in our hearts,
a comfort that we might share.