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Because I Have Known Love

a quiet man

love

I will write to the words and the dreams,

I’ll find solace in feeling this is real,

the notes in my melody,

the wit, spoken, felt in a good phrase,

a sunny morning,

the frost on winter’s edge,

all beautiful reminders of that which is

her.

 

In a quiet meadow,

I can see two lovers

the breeze tangling their hair

so the onlooker has no possibility

of witnessing that love

their eyes share together

in the autumn sky,

watching time say good bye.

 

I once knew a woman,

she once told me,

we were in love

we knew the travels ahead

would send us down different paths

and yet,

we struggled through the high brush,

for each time we were lost

our eyes

would meet again, traversing a sweet terrain.

 

Because I have known love, I have witnessed a reckoning,

a butterfly on a soft shoulder leaves me envious in a kiss

~ finding my way, a personal journey

to Zelda with love

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I Look

a quiet man

I do, every day,

every moment,

I look around my room,

wherever I might be,

and I imagine you

if only your spirit,

that’s all you’ll give me,

all I really deserve.

 

I’m really stuck,

I feel like I cannot turn around

without discovering another fear

a moment of recall

a place of forgotten reason

all part of a larger scheme

of wondering just why it is

I might feel any entitlement

beyond the sacrifice

of love.

It Was

a quiet man

It was then, rather instead

a sweet recall

could so much pain pretend

away the sorrow

for in that instance

such pleasure, remarkable

responsive, reflective

and then we were just only

once again.

 

It was

this symbiotic resonate

responsive reckoning

we laughed

a chuckle

some sort of reaction,

our eyes,

do you remember

eyes

how without words

we could see

each other

forever,

a soul

for you and me.

 

It was

a different time,

yet now

still

just in the immediate

it was

forever

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

Just, What If!

a quiet man

He asked,

it was in his head,

he couldn’t help but ask,

What if?

if he said, yes, right now,

just,

could he know,

all he would wonder is right now,

What if?

he wanted to know she was wondering too,

wondering the same,

wandering in her mind,

wondering if he was,

wandering

with her now,

with the moment,

If,

she could step away,

walk away,

go out the door,

now,

he wondered,

she wandered,

he wanted her to wander,

wondered,

What if?

she could see me now.

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

Trying To Find My Way

a quiet man

stoic rejection

A quiet exists, in reason, in heed,

yet such is the mental anguish of silence.

A man wants some center to love

while she is in balance with need.

 

He will now toward a lonely sojourn

with hope might she find some peace

along the way, a soft reminder,

a memory, an embrace, a tear.

 

Will we always wish upon desire more,

he holds a soft chuckle, a stoic cry,

for in a single minute the vacancy

affords our capacity a dream, a despair.

 

Oh, he might wish until the next moon

a spiritual conveyance of this

a thoughtful love, sweet remind

the playful nature lost in serious tone.

 

He would might the next day be gone

for the only sunrise might be her eyes

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~ finding my way, a personal journey

for Zelda