Oh to know the difference between a might be and a will,
the solid foundation of love in question,
Oh to realize the fallible nature of society driven by rule,
to know the outcome before we are made the fool.
Oh please believe my heart when an ache is known
for there is nowhere else I wish to be found,
then in her arms, with her sweet taste, her lips that share the night,
that in a moment I might lose myself and find comfort in thee.
Oh to know the beauty of Grace may be round,
in that her elegance of lost hope that now is found.
Oh it’s true, not simply a mockery
we often appear to be more cagey
I’ve carried the wounds of childhood,
in order to find comfort in that I would.
This life I lead is sometimes a travesty
I hurt people to benefit me, simplicity.
A long time ago, she seemed to agree
yet still today I haven’t a place to be.
I live in a bubble some might decide
if pierced life would surely need subside.
Yet, somehow I maintain an integrity
one that surely lives on in subtlety.
She is the maker of my dreams I swoon
though it is me shatters imagery too soon.
I wonder about this state of mind tonight
is it really all that matters or that might.
I can feel my body is resolute with despair
I cannot move from this place to there.
I wish that I could feel a sense of response
to rather know the pain than cause a ponce
I’m a quiet man inside my lonely mind
there’s far too much memory to remind.
I hope that time might heal the pain I cause
for as much as time for me does give pause.
I love to know that my life here does exist
for the need to disappear I then might resist.
She mentioned quiet,
he asked for more,
and then he realized they were together,
though he stepped further,
the waters crested and rather boldly,
he asked for more.
The distance between two points
can be miles beyond what we might hope for,
yet no matter how high the effort,
there seems always to be a dividing line,
a place where thoughts and notions and desires,
still remain the same.
So, tonight she is over there,
and I’ve chosen to speak to her here.
I don’t know how we arrived in this place,
I just know there is a a certain
reality in our words,
and I wonder if it is me that suggests,
time is forever.
Its actually the way she does,
when he falters,
she manages to find the right words,
he is the constant skeptic,
always believing that this might be the case,
and then the sun rises again,
she is radiant in her peace,
he humbled by the virtue she displays,
she has to wonder if that is enough,
or will he walk toward her enchantment again,
with little regard for anything else around him,
only a certain energy,
he does desire her words, eyes, voice,
if everything might be so simple,
then his constant musings,
could be quelled
long enough for his muse to be able to freely,
I cannot share what I feel,
only know I can find comfort
time allows our lives to find balance.
In the scheme of things,
no one would understand,
when the words are put aside, we smile.
Oh, to feel your touch, your skin,
your sweet twirl on the back of my neck,
to reach and touch your cheek,
to know you feel me now is my peace.
It is this – we – our travels,
so special in a distant harmony
defined only in our hearts,
a comfort that we might share.
Which part of our selves
do we rely upon to tell a story.
When is the mood right,
gives us the license to recognize just how far
the deeper end of things,
that place we’d rather never be,
is awaiting us.
When we get there,
is it the frozen imbalance,
the piece that allows us only to imagine,
stationery in our self driven despair.
I remember one time looking out my picture window
the rains were evident,
and they were all hiding behind themselves,
I didn’t go outside that day.
I wish I could know because even despite
the time I sit alone,
I realize this is right,
where I need to be right now,
while she is
in her own peace,
quiet in the mind,
yet radiant in her smile.
Wherever we might be,
there seems a reason.
I took a walk today,
a quiet stroll along the river,
lush leaves in a deep valley,
very little of anything.
What is it happens when two souls,
meant to share time,
do experience a fresh rainfall, wet leaves
while the journey continues
there isn’t a word shared, in fact there is
I wonder if now might be anything like the same …
We do take walks together,
we stroll into a sunlit summer
our eyes do search for one another,
all the time,
we know our lives are meant a freedom.
Now, the twilight speaks to mind,
wonder about her,
curious about him and the evening,
It is always that way we both agree,
there is a time when our walk will be