Like watching winter
rolling in, heavy clouds
mild chill in the air
scattered leaves
the fall saying good-bye.
You feel it in your bones
now just waiting
like some solution
to a question
always a curiosity
with no answers.
Just waiting
forever looking
for something to hang onto,
a memory
a fond memory
when she could yes
in smile and eyes
and our soul …
stars aligned.
When efforts to explain,
a rainy afternoon,
the song of a morning spring,
we reach the same avenues
only to find we haven’t
yet found a reason why,
a reason to deny,
a simple message in the morning,
a quiet cry when alone,
cannot speak to a fade
only seek the real,
a nurture in her smile,
a glance upon the sea
of her sweet remedy.
It is when we slow,
the quiet agony becomes
a soft memory,
a tear
we both feel always
when the notion is near,
a fading sky
in an evening rain,
is only symbolic
of a blossoming world
beyond wherever we
may
stay.
May we today
know a calm in the moon
will be always
upon the horizon
waiting, watching, wishing
we might see
a light in each other’s eye,
for we know
we have wished,
we hoped,
we do now even
in the evening sky
see beyond the clouds,
the rains,
sweet beauty of a moonlit
serenade,
would that all our sorrows
turn to love
everlasting.
This is for you,
as we cross so many paths with people
in thought, in race, in notion,
in an emotional rollercoaster
sometimes tamed,
often times needing a long time tuning
for perhaps safety
or simple personal enjoyment.
It is here we discover fascination,
a reality drawn by fantasy,
a need to find reason
a desire to know passion
when last time we checked
our human condition was certainly
the same as the next …
yet it is the words, the constant change
to re create the constant.
good night sweet writers
Waiting
all the time
I wonder
like the lost half
of two lovers
wandering in a slow
methodical
acceptance of fortune
sometimes
not forever the treasure
we would all imagine
more assuredly
missed
in the timing.
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