What It Is We Feel

When we look outside,

the physical landscape,

know the seasons,

understand the dawn,

when we look at the world around us,

we have a reason to wonder where we are.

 

One might suggest it is what we

allow to wander throughout our mind,

what it is

causes me to decide

that she is my central focus, and how

desire steps in silent with a strong arm.

 

Walk inside the world of a dreamer

realize how far we can reach,

what it is we believe, we fantasize, we hope

might be the shelter from this our

constant storm,

this we realize is the key to who we might want to be.

 

Who we are,

what it is,

what we want,

how we wander,

how wish is our dream,

what we feel,

 

how is it why we ever did begin to feel,

to know the love I know for you is real.


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

for Zelda

Having Felt The Fade

In that moment,

when alone a decision

becomes only the owner

of a certain speculation,

he might respond,

she may simply sing a song.

 

For there is a melody in love

filled with passionate embrace,

the notion of knowing this

is truly a feeling undeniable

therefore less attainable

when acknowledging the fade.

 

Walk with me, listen to a story

two people wrote, together

one autumn day,

where when afterward as memory

might allow,

they later stood inside a moon.

 

Inside this our quiet response to love

A full moon speaks silent just beyond …


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~