My goal with this page constantly evolves – there was a time when all I wanted was to pique a woman's interest in the hope we connect through writing, dialogue … today, with all of the wonderful inspiration I've received, my need is to further my respect and intrigue in the sensual nature of 'woman' in all of her grace and elegance. I do hope you might enjoy!

Posts tagged “time

A Clear Night in December


There is clarity,

in walking through our reality,

I’m in a hurry,

hoping to find you there.

 

I watched every person,

family, couple, single woman

walking through the

popular restaurant.

 

The streets were active,

holiday festivities,

the spirit of love in the air,

except alone I stood in the crowd.

 

I was waiting, hoping, wanting,

I wished for an interaction,

a notice,

the possibility our paths might cross.

 

The night belonged to the active locals,

A quiet little borough, where I couldn’t find her.


Inside The Mind Of Depression


I wonder if they know,

his mind was quite unspoken,

when a revelation

of sanity would steal his passion.

 

Sitting alone again,

alone again,

sitting again in the quiet of an evening,

wondering just how this happens,

wandering throughout the many avenues,

the mind will take this forlorn

mechanic

this human condition,

this interaction,

a travesty one might suggest if only anyone else

really cared as much as

the real victims that exist around

our selves

all the time.

 

Ever do we wonder about the soul,

when lost in the critical masses

of exceptional reasoning.

 

Inside that depression piece,

seems to speak its own mind

when no other reasoning

comes to mind.

 

On a given day,

the world,

no matter if it might be local,

perhaps across the world,

there is a reason,

if in the beat of our audible pulse,

the heart can speak,

and she will honor love.

 


Living Inside The Movie ‘Crash’


I would live there,

that corner,

near all the action,

where a million different lives,

were modeled around

each other,

to be no different,

to cry, to laugh, to know hatred and confusion.

I would live on that block,

I could fall in love with the feeling,

of finally understanding,

we might just as well,

be the same as the other,

rather than continue the battle.

I would live there

if I could have you …

live the world in happy,

to fashion each other’s eyes.


Why Tears Came Tonight


I was in a mellow place,

watching the sunset,

imagining a love I’ve always known,

trying to find a balance,

always thrown back and forth,

a pleasant sort of carnival ride.

I like to imagine love,

in a sort of natural setting.

That’s always the case,

she did, does, will always let me be

who I am.

despite some needy error driven

insecurity that I always bring to the show,

she does always

leave me feeling

this remarkable love.

 

Though I am the one,

to realize time is always out of my hands,

I’m in her grasp though,

some eternal mystique

is the soul touches my heart.


The Breeze in a Shadow


It’s when there is a quiet,

a silent breeze, filters the memory,

the leaves respond,

small animals raise shackles,

the oxygen is swift,

a desire to bite the thin air.

 

It’s when imagination is only

the sweet remedy to fear,

when might she know,

where, how, it is in the sudden

anxiety of loss, the breeze

begins a suggestion of a gale force.

 

It’s when he would rather,

step around the corner,

the reality of life is sudden,

a turn, a gust, a shattered dream

might indicate some passing storm,

where love is always near.

 

If only he might ride the crest of a wave,

sudden dips, at the highest would she wave.

 


We Do Live These Ironies


When in a sea of time,

we can feel each other,

we know, our heart is reaching,

yet,

we are still,

slow respond, for there is a forever,

we would rather wait,

it is some eternal demand,

our time,

will be in that infinite sea,

even waves of serendipity,

play the master,

we might both be found to be

the drawn,

figures in a wonderful backdrop,

one might allow

everyone

one day might

see.


Would I Wait Forever


A question it is not

when thoughts of her,

become a statement,

a glance of cheek to touch,

a smile,

a kiss forever drawn my gasp,

it is within the clever agony

of love’s respite,

I would certain

be lost forever

in the light her eyes do cast upon

my sheltered soul.

 

Just an evening

I would cast a shadow upon her knee,

with my roaming hand,

a touch, a soft circular reminder,

of only beauty in the persona

of her smile

drawing me near,

telling me again,

how once,

my skin against her own

did find simple fire,

an energy

that now today,

in my every day,

I find strength

in sweet memory.

 

Oh to know there

is a time,

an adventure

when together

would her heart

offer me shelter

in a storm of flurry,

the passionate embrace

does suggest a time

when lips might caress,

hearts touch,

souls intertwine,

and in her eyes,

would I find my sea.