It is that feeling of never wanting to let go,
the clean, crisp, cacophony of morning song,
they’re in their shelters, the wood in throng,
we all witness the beauty that time forego.
Feel the gentle heat of a sunlight mastery
Quiet we do recognize our vulnerable
task to Nature’s plan, we then are able
To know this simple summertime legacy.
A passing season, a time when life alive
teaches our body to respect an energy
takes our lives beyond simple normalcy,
a vision, fantasy, an opportunity to thrive.
In her arms that one cool summer day,
was my heart in hers to forever stay.
When first I sat down in my morning wonder,
I think about place, and reason why,
glance to a man-made water flow in blue sky,
a forest green fills the world far beyond eye.
It is immediate always she can become my
central focus on a beautiful morning in July.
I can easily recall a time I might cry,
yet for now, sweet muse, does mind wander.
I took a picture as a way to describe this
silent peace, music sheltering the natural wave
of city traffic blends a natural green vision,
of Nature’s wonder in yet man-made design.
His search a quiet state of mind, savor the breeze
For in glance I realize why in sky I cry with ease.
a pitch black backdrop,
eased onto my couch, with window slats
open to the night air.
I listened as summer whispered,
we are giving you a good morning,
the changing season,
warm air shifts toward a gradual cooling,
we come to sing,
to welcome the next phase.
I realize suddenly in my world all good things must …
lovely mornings, lush gardens in the wood, long afternoons,
all the memories of love,
I will recall her eyes, her smile, her love,
they are always the constant in my
self assuring mind.
Her beauty does exist, sings melody in my heart,
much like the crickets song,
suggesting we are always nearby,
to give a soft and sweet routine
toward Nature’s wondrous plan.
I wonder about our plan,
and then I step back,
take your time I said to myself,
the autumn is more upon me than I would ever imagine,
listen to the breeze inside the song.
I do ponder the many faces,
oh so many hours of time,
lost on the need to recognize,
a desire to know more,
for the moment,
these eyes, maybe a smile,
certainly the extent of a hot summer day,
coffee, laptop and a little music,
and am I a part of today’s society?
Have I met the standard of approval,
a person may suggest to themselves in private,
while whisking away their latte,
perhaps a chi tea, or the coffee of the day.
We’re all here
imagining only that which we are,
in the manner of a moment capable
of grasping, while all around us,
the life of others seems to replicate the same.
At least the coffee is fresh,
beyond the ideals turned stale.
We might just sit here every day,
same chair, same glance through windows,
perhaps never to be noticed again,
at least so the mind seems to say.
i’m not ready, cried,
not at all as satisfied,
Might words draw an artwork around her beauty,
She beget that fair that will cause eye sudden stir.
A man’s glance to ask for sunlight in a stream
Would accentuate sensuality ease frivolity.
Oh then we do wonder what words exist in her,
When in watch, she will heads turn it seem.
A walk would give light to her every step
As perhaps imagine linens do tease inside
A world of private affair, only meant for one.
In that integrity of Grace, we might worship
A sinewy storm of her surreal glance aside
A measured smile, a breeze in privacy undone.
We would that opportunity survey elegance
With eye alive, I do delight we share a glance.
It is difficult to say
When love begins to engage
Beyond the normalcy
Of a quaint, sometime
Triggers the senses
To entice the moment
In all its simplicity
Will without warning
If by choice in the chaos
Of recognizing the human condition
We decide for ourselves
It is the right time,
That today beyond any other
Would mean sacrifice for love.
I do recall
That first morning
The summer had begun,
In the wonder of authenticity
Only when doors opened
And she walked into the room.
It was there I made a choice,
I would fall in love with you today.