A Rainy Afternoon

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Seems fitting,

comfortable

familiar words

she comes instantly to mind.

 

A romantic movie

brings me tears

I know

we cannot always be the same.

 

Yet how often do we

pass the reality of our world

inside the dream-swept nature

of someone else with an imagination.

 

We read books, we tell stories

listen to laughter

celebrate victory and dismissal

when while we constantly age together.

 

We are still apart like today,

the rains outside,

intrigue the mystique of sweet

reverie within the scope of passion.

 

I want sometimes, I wish, you might

see me in the rains … again.


~ 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 ~