I Knew Love

Now when I see passion

spread upon satin sheets entwined

a pang remains

reminders

a fantasy might travel miles

yet the road runs out

a barren landscape

whereby recall

manifests a desert of wander

trying in desperation

chilly oasis

of familiarity.

 

Now today only reminders

of the changing winds

no longer prevailing

far away

and brisk

with a certain chill

suggests some frozen reality?

lost inside the fear

when will be

a thaw

 

That if will not return …

Listening to the Moody Blues

When I was just a kid,

I’d listen

there were rhythms with such skill,

I would look at a stone

on the ground

with a different lens

by the way the music spoke to my mind,

and I never understood why.

 

Then one day I found this song,

the lyrics of which,

struck me,

perhaps she was in my mind,

yet it seemed

so perfect,

every word crying to be heard,

“A turn of the page
Can read like before
Can we ask for more”

 

Seemed so easy, to read the purpose

of ‘Isn’t Life Strange’

so fitting

telling us all to stop and breathe,

to realize the world the same,

perhaps not absolute,

yet certainly can we all fall in love,

yes we can,

for we do turn the page,

though we know

the words remain.

 

They could always be the same,

our lives, our loves, our words.

This Wise Man When

once said

now believed

then

happens the quiet

adjustment

what is real

toward how can we become

someone new.

 

I stood on a bridge

wondering

ice caps and open water …

 

later on

the frozen ground crackled

with my every step

not knowing why

yet still reminding

a lost soul

such a walk

will

move me forward.

 

there are tears

we all seem to share

just the timing of when

why yours now

her later response

his acceptance

a recall

a song

a familiar morning air

and the rains do slowly

Turn to ice.

Realizing Reason

Though trials

would walk

in open fields

it is the clustered streets

contain callous

outcomes.

 

Trying to discover

an answer

the pawn

walked careless

inside a dream

stirring storm.

 

Afraid of winds

no shelter

only the barren

nature of loss,

the quiet loneliness

of last days.

 

A quiet recall of softer ways

all that remains in sweeter days.

 

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~