It was afterward,
When the dust did settle,
When alone in my quiet,
I did recall,
Not just the time, that was sweet,
More the opportunity,
To know, to love, to understand …
Beauty is not simply what we see,
It is the embody of all,
Every aspect of whom we believe,
Might show desire, a passion, a sense,
Always dignity, always integrity,
Inside our heart
We discover in those moments soft,
We do recognize truth.
So when the tears came,
I wasn’t shy
As much as I did only rely,
On the reality of my tears,
They were designed for you,
For her, for now, for the moment,
That we could suddenly feel,
This was the real our tears,
Now streaming, allowed the two of us,
It is why,
can you not understand,
when my arms tire,
from the emotional stress of trying
a constant fury in my mind,
wanting to pull you my way.
My arms do certainly tire,
as does my brain,
my eyes in a constant search,
psychologically I am drained,
wanting to reach out and touch you,
I can feel your skin on my fingertips in this moment,
tracing a strand of hair across your brow,
watching your smile turn to peace,
see your eyes,
loving you again.
I can continue trying,
until the tears,
they become so real,
the fantasy begins to fade away.
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.
That’s when the truth will reveal itself,
when the rivers run dry,
the ice of a spring melting holds,
eyes of man remain old with sad languish.
For the wet feel of a tear,
one man sometime will object,
yet not know otherwise,
except to feel this truth.
Oh, to understand why we cry,
in a moment to see a soft sight,
we might ourselves,
become drawn by beauty.
Yes, I will cry for her,
to know her sweet elegance,
is toward a higher spirituality,
whose soul mine might endure.
I stepped outside today,
the world opening before my eyes,
a light rain,
a soft, quiet, lovely reminder
that allows me to return to a place I cherish
when in the silence of an afternoon gray,
she would …
I could …
and together the rains would walk our lives
through a maze of delicious passion and delight,
the sort of real,
that moves beyond this simple analogous notion.
It is the rain,
the tears of our natural cause,
the places we do travel together,
all alone and en masse engaged in
an elegant cleansing,
it is that time,
stand in surreal sensuality,
feel the tease of a reaching climax,
the heat of our own passions
making allowance for this sweet response
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.
It is when I can imagine her eyes,
searching the paper, the right keystrokes,
for we are beyond the parchment,
the monitor speaks to her,
while the journey continues,
to find her soul in saying hello.
I do see tears, they are those I wish to touch,
with lips that will assure her
always the reflection is my love.
My fingertip might catch a runaway,
gather between finger and thumb
and bring this moisture to my own lips
to be with you in every aspect of my mind.
It is when the sunlight brings me to my place
this fashion of life I choose,
when waking to the moments,
as the clarity of her elegance swoons my mind.
It is then I know, her words, her beauty, her sweet
While my world begins, I am traveling with you.