What Measure Is Love

Who determines,

inside a dream we fly,

yet so quickly the descent

if once begun.

there finds no true answer

why.

 

Oh there is promise

the look in one’s eyes

to suggest this,

what a moment might

contain

could forever be in our

sky.

 

Clouds appear

we brush them aside,

for it is now,

not later,

the overcast nature

of indecision

will hurry past our lives

will eventually answer

nigh

 

There was this time,

once,

when she might show me

a tear,

it was love,

some kind of sensibility,

until that day,

when she turned away,

my words

she no longer

understood,

though she could

let me go,

knowing I might,

safely

cry.

When There in the Moment

cafe

At first glance

I knew immediately

how could one not

recognize whom we grow to love

when confronted

by their reality.

 

She was looking forward,

I felt safe

if only, sheltered,

let my hand rest on a chair

nearby,

we could hear one another breathe

if she knew I was there.

 

I imagined to myself,

if this is real,

she will know I’m here

turn around

smile or walk away,

I let a dream happen in my mind

years ago the same

occurred.

 

Yet today is

was

different

her confidence in posture

seemed unreachable

seemed meant

for someone else’s touch,

their arms, lips, eyes,

I was afraid to move.

 

I then stepped backward,

quiet,

the silence was a weight

I could not overcome,

I felt the emotion

of taking risks,

of looking in one another’s eyes

and knowing

we could not

though desperate in our passion

we could.

 

Moments later,

a stroll down the cobblestone,

I found a new cafe,

settled in outside

still she was in my mind.

I took one sip of a

fashionable latte,

then,

I looked away.


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

for Zelda with love

 

photo – Pinterest

Substituting Drugs

Finding that balance

a combination

what’s right for the mind,

the music,

atmosphere,

has to be a reason

to wonder,

or is it wander

where do we want to go,

a little flute music

can take a crying man

quite a distant

before he might be found

listening to

‘spa tribe’ with no idea

why, just

some way he feels,

he might,

he could

he wants to and yet

deep inside the reservoir

once fed his ego

a barren landscape

no longer is there the bounty

of love and compassion,

his oxygen,

a being,

instead she is near,

he can feel her and he knows,

and yet

that’s the hurting moment,

for it seems likely

seems forever

tonight,

that hypothermia

might be his

greatest achievement.

If I Could Hold You

I would not want to let you go,

feeling your soft reaction to fingertips

touching your cheek,

your eyes searching for reason,

and me,

my eyes watching you,

the sweet response of lips that would touch,

if only in my imagination,

I could,

perhaps I would then,

hold onto your passion forever.

 

I was driving home tonight,

and took an exit that reminded me

of you,

everything I do,

the places I go,

when I can,

I remember looking to my side,

seeing you there,

perhaps a hand on my shoulder,

the most sensual nature

of sweet love,

a reckoning of our reality.

 

If when I do think of you,

if I might,

would you be alright

if then we might imagine

somehow, someway, if life were sweet,

if I could hold you … forever.


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~