to display words in whatever fashion inspires the soul
I wrote her letters
She received my words
Returned her own
I wrote her more
Letters
Words on a page
Feelings and emotions
Meant to cause a stir
Between only her
And me
I felt her presence
In her words
I felt her passion
So I sent my words
I wrote her letters
~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~
knowing her heart
is drawn toward rational
grounds,
the soil of our nourishment
has found itself
covering loss
for the onset of winter.
the discontent
will of our soul lose
balance
until spring might
again offer
sweet possibility.
~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~
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 ~
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 ~
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 ~
When this time
the moon shines
there will a naked response
to a coupled affair
so it seems
the allure of love
has again been
sequestered
by the reality of fear,
the agony drawn inside
a phallic attraction to something
once thought
sublime
tonight revealed
in its own
hypocrisy.
~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~
