The stars do come alive
stretch across the horizon,
I lay back to imagine
she might wish the same
upon a streaming light
our eyes could feel the night.
We are miles and themes away
that close sense a fantasy
perhaps suffice to know the real
yet in this space a yearn
find the universal center
that place where we together breathe.
It is true we do believe
in a righteous state of mind,
a heartfelt memory holds grace
while worlds away we join the race.
In the quiet bliss eyes do find
love toward we both rewind.
Oh to know the stars do carry a soul
will cross inside our world of dreams.
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.
When sky in blue bring fond the light in love
In balance would such dreams lend quiet pause
For in memory draws sweet eyes to cause
Our own hearts aloft, lovely sound above.
While soul lay soft upon my beating chest
Her eyes did tell stories of mating calls
In Nature’s design recognize no walls
To mask the beauty her gasps do arrest.
Whisper the sudden touch of love in reign
Couple suggestive tone, a kiss is mine
That nectar I delicious drink her wine
A center now to reach inside soft rain.
Oh to feel the breeze of now summer day
When melody birds did sing love did say.
When a fleeting notion does intercept my mind,
I am suddenly drawn, a recall, a dance,
lips would intertwine,
a searching passionate draw sublime.
For it is then my world will unravel,
only to be found in the shelter of her
that quiet remembrance – happy still.
Once a sweet search, it belongs
a memory in our hearts,
afire with delicious sensuality,
our lips, together, we design a scene.
I watch the world exist around me,
helps my focus, softens my pulse,
yet in a flash of a quiet visual,
she has my heart in sweet touch, caress.
If only for that moment, we could sustain
the world around our soul,
to know that we are always one in this silence,
to believe our certain love remain.
I will forever walk inside this my dream,
of an eternal fire gives solace to all we seem.
It is when, the early moments, eyes still heavy with dreams,
focus upon the physical, wood frame reaching walls,
the mind in slow motion begins a greeting,
a notice, a painting, ties, the dresser is a haven,
in morning wonder he does ask forgiveness in absent mind.
Roll onto his back and sense another,
yet the isolation is familiar, a partner in animosity,
tender in notion, until reality again suggests a fatal flaw,
not dangerous, only a sadness that has long ago manifested
the linens that prevail to simply cover sleeping bodies,
morning wonder now has eyes on spattered ceiling.
A fan rolls smooth, winds with purpose, reminds fantasy,
if we focus on only the shadows of rotation,
if only for a moment,
imagine siesta in a warm climate,
the fan offering reprieve from scorching heat,
yet this one is cosmetic in northern wood.
Stretch his body, know that soon a waking reminder,
the day ahead, the tasks so yearned,
lay back on his side, tucking an arm underneath,
look out to the wall and imagine
her eyes, waking to find his own.
Oh, if that moment could be right now.
When I opened my eyes,
she was there,
I felt the soft pattern of silence
in the misty morning blues,
I held her close to me,
because I had so recently been reminded,
by the sweet pattern of femininity …
did her shoulders speak to me again,
her eyes with such lightning beauty,
the scent of her as I nuzzled near,
only for a moment,
wondering if I could hold her more.
If I might always convince you,
just how much your world
is in my soul, my dreams, my waking desire,
whenever I have the chance to imagine being
just next to you,
forever believe in the mystique,
it is the nectar of my fantasy,
to know you are my reality.
The world around me stops,
until I can see you
There is this force of nature,
the instinct of love,
brings me to my knees
wishes only to hold you near me,
the feel of your long hair in my face,
quiet, sensuality reminds me of just why
I do love you.
Tonight, I stood near you,
and though it was a slow, calming, encounter,
I felt a need to somehow
reach across your world and feel beauty,
the soft nature of your scarf, clinging fabric, to know
there is an essence of your presence,
in my eyes tonight,
my greatest satisfaction.
Because I do love you,
just saying good-bye for the moment,
would bring a quiet tear,
one that rather than wait around to see a reciprocate,
I would drive away,
because I know I love you.
While around us people would continue
lives in motion,
always remains in my mind,
in your eyes, in the feel of your touch,
the soft fabric of a gentle caress,
is clear in my mind, always,
because when I love you,
I know peace.