Though we might trouble our lives,
though we did,
we know now,
in adventurous tumult,
while all around our eyes,
there became this silent partner,
to suggest, to know, to understand,
or to simply seemingly suggest,
we did continue our journey,
for we knew no other far and away and beyond
the reality of our time,
like a clock,
we did suddenly pause …
For a time, a reflective state of mind,
was my only hope,
a refreshing recall,
always with smile, a certain
sweet celebration could overcome
my any situation
if in that moment she
did return to mind.
Oh to know the many moons,
the calming sunsets,
red sky alerts to help me know,
this day was in our catalogue,
we recorded everything,
so many years ago.
Now today, in my search,
the constant would carry
my life through several cycles,
the ongoing experience, the mastery of
the human condition.
Oh, such a boring reality I might often espouse.
Then there beyond knowledge, fantasy, speculation,
her persona did arrive,
step into my world and dance,
I thought to myself,
as she moved through the room,
causing everyone to stand still,
the energy was simply thrilling,
without any need to wonder why.
Skip directly to the hello,
for all of you know
I did swoon her elegance.
The eyes, the careful smile, sweet wonder
did return and my world
seemed to embrace a new chapter.
Now while around me everyone plans,
the tasks are many,
the fortunes always a fantasy,
for my day,
for my years, for the very nature of why,
I do stand here,
in quiet repose,
I will tell you this time,
I do love,
and I always have
felt this emotion, this quiet fantasy,
I do wish
upon Love’s visit.
August 20th, 2015
They are just now,
as you read the words,
know they pour from my soul,
layers my check,
dresses the faint dampness,
a quiet midnight sky,
would not reveal,
unless it were your eyes,
that I might count on,
your gasp, your love,
to dress my heart,
to show my world,
you exist inside me.
I love her,
yes, did I mention the other day,
when espousing on love,
it is designed in the elements so defined
in her beauty.
Oh, she does,
yes, and she can forever cast eternal light,
she may cause a certainty in my heart,
to bleed with every pore of possibility,
to explode with such a torrent,
buries all indication of question,
when in her eyes,
I can see a world that I truly might exist inside.
Oh she does,
yes she does sing the blues,
she will be the delicious drawn out melody,
that might settle my heart,
or let it speed so rapidly,
my world will not be contained
within the soothing nature of her sweet soul.
Yes, she does,
yes, oh my fire alone,
she can, will, may always
in her quiet reality,
a demeanor of delight,
it is this uncertainty we strive to omit,
in order to with little regret,
with a sensual twist of her lips,
see her, she is smiling,
I can tell
I love (her).
It is love,
this world of fantasy,
when imagination is my key,
I travel inside a magical desire,
certainly something of the surreal,
absolutely an enticement of the mind,
it is that touch,
that innocence of lovely abandon,
when caught in the spell,
the soul keeper,
when we are gifted a glance,
we must always recognize she is alive
with a passion,
that for you, for they, for any imagined giver,
there is a truth to a
wanton response suggests we are
intrigued and alive,
we do believe in her,
in her lovely mystique.
I honestly don’t know where my head is,
drifting along some riverbank,
a reminder of the man across the way,
that sort of damp soil,
yet we were together, alone
in a sort of, romantic way.
Self-conscious in our attraction to each other,
given the nature of the fisherman nearby,
we were never sure if his attention
was upon his animal, the golden running about,
or if he consciously wondered about
the two of us,
or maybe we did, we always do,
like any quiet stroll along the riverbank.
I remember I could rest my chin on your shoulder,
feel you pull yourself back to press lips on my cheek,
your hair cascades around me,
I can sense you,
I recognize the sweet air of your being,
like a quiet hug in the middle of the day,
in a neighborhood, we may.
I do wish to suggest, this is the state of my way,
when alone in my quiet mind, I am thinking …
wishing, wanting, always wondering, when time
will allow my rest upon
sweet naked shoulders.
For there is little else to suggest,
what is the fair nature of her season,
when an urgency to respond, let energy overcome
is all that seems necessary in a day.
Glance toward the beauty of woman,
she is that provocateur, a natural sense
of human nature on display,
yet, her inner peace ought be a certainty.
Indeed, the summer air does so trigger
an elegance in nature, in primal response,
yet so is the wonder of our soul
drawn to fulfill each moment we despair.
While walking alone today, a sunlit stage,
I do imagine her, in simple luxury,
the key to sweet solace her unspoken
elegance be my charge to rest my heart upon.