Containers
hold the fortune
of eyes, of tears, of ideals
a person might imagine,
follow a stream,
watch a single cloud cross the sky.
In the quiet of a morning,
glance to the stillness,
leaves – hold a world of life
movement in shadows,
sensing
wonder inside the silence of the mind.
Would a wish to wander
toward some reminder,
help find the
solution,
what is known to be the key
will push … ‘send.’
Meanwhile, our lives do shelter
sweet recall of a gentle breeze.
We know
our intuition
suggests a desire
answers are found
in the quiet
a silent summer night
peace is in the air
sweet love
to know each other
beyond borders
we might
listen intent
a breeze
carries
selves together
alone
still passion
in the stars
I stood alone
wondered about now
opposed to when
didn’t have to,
no need to,
always knew
and yet,
even then there was a certain
misgiving
because
we both
understood
we could not
we didn’t, we had no way of knowing
we could not
count on
us
being forever.
I stood alone at midnight
listened to the quiet sky.
When efforts to explain,
a rainy afternoon,
the song of a morning spring,
we reach the same avenues
only to find we haven’t
yet found a reason why,
a reason to deny,
a simple message in the morning,
a quiet cry when alone,
cannot speak to a fade
only seek the real,
a nurture in her smile,
a glance upon the sea
of her sweet remedy.
It is when we slow,
the quiet agony becomes
a soft memory,
a tear
we both feel always
when the notion is near,
a fading sky
in an evening rain,
is only symbolic
of a blossoming world
beyond wherever we
may
stay.
May we today
know a calm in the moon
will be always
upon the horizon
waiting, watching, wishing
we might see
a light in each other’s eye,
for we know
we have wished,
we hoped,
we do now even
in the evening sky
see beyond the clouds,
the rains,
sweet beauty of a moonlit
serenade,
would that all our sorrows
turn to love
everlasting.
When she goes silent
he writes his truth,
she will read his words
yet stays away, quiet,
he wonders,
she ponders,
he continues with more
she states this is all there is
he cries
while somewhere inside
he fights the confusion
wants to find a solution
cannot
will not
wishes his world
might include
her.
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Moments in a sunrise,
the songs of a night sky
melodic in nature,
we could perhaps design
a medley of fortune
in listening to what it is we believe,
What is a wish
would scream
some shallow serenade
if when watching a moon
fade into distant clouds,
interferes upon the serenity
of a silent love story.
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When last we spoke
a heavy burden,
the tears would flow
creating puddles on a pavement
no longer welcome
to the notion of an embrace,
rather quiet repose.
When whilst
lives will continue
seems quite a stir
in the mind
who once in a glorious afternoon,
knew love beyond
sweet sensuality,
and instead,
spoke to the beauty
inherent in hers …
a wonder in elegance.
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they won’t stop
come out of
silliest moments.
usually I can hide them
melodrama on tv
a shallow bit of fraud.
it is now
in the quiet
when violins speak.
become the night
let hearts be one
let tears share time.
because love does only feel
the ache speaks just forever.
It will be only she
my mystique
her muse
I listen to a soft cello
in sad tears in the background
they cry out her notes
of waning despair,
I wonder if she might ever know
will only be her.
Oh I’m told I have a flirt
in my body,
there is a smile
a curvaceous sometime
appeal come playful
that is apparent
in the light of day,
in a quiet darkness,
yet there is no one
causes me such
passion to want to please
then her,
when near me
I might again find her eyes
under a blue moon,
and together we could play
with the music of our lives.
How is it possible
that in a world of similar
being, pattern, lifestyle
that a singular moment
would create
such a yearn
that would swallow any other
massive audience of similarity,
so that this one
audience
would be our own
soft and passionate, our quiet,
our silent,
heart and soul.
It is she whom I cry for, I muse,
I lose my direction apart her mystique.
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I’ve been looking all night,
the way the sky turns
a crystal clear arctic landscape,
a frozen anatomy of
our coldest time of year,
when one could walk naked into the element
and a soft smothering of hypothermia
might bring on a quiet
a slow departure falling into fantasy
the womb of mother nature
in safe and cradled arms
underneath the blue moon,
but time is of the essence
for the rage of night fall will bring upon us all
the wolf blood moon,
and that symbolic rage
would certain find our
lonely wander.
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there is a silence
felt while in the midst
a populace
simply unknown
forever in a solemn wander
wishing to be found
perhaps
or might we journey
further
inside a myriad of wonder
alone.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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