What Measure Is Love

Who determines,

inside a dream we fly,

yet so quickly the descent

if once begun.

there finds no true answer

why.

 

Oh there is promise

the look in one’s eyes

to suggest this,

what a moment might

contain

could forever be in our

sky.

 

Clouds appear

we brush them aside,

for it is now,

not later,

the overcast nature

of indecision

will hurry past our lives

will eventually answer

nigh

 

There was this time,

once,

when she might show me

a tear,

it was love,

some kind of sensibility,

until that day,

when she turned away,

my words

she no longer

understood,

though she could

let me go,

knowing I might,

safely

cry.

That Occasion

Stars align in a cosmic evolution

bullshit

all I want is a piece of pie,

not a dramatic determination

as much as I could prove myself worthy,

in the end

where it is I want to be,

I would still be lost in …

lost in that …

some transparent atmosphere

that ten minutes earlier

seemed so fulfilling

yet right now

further away from me than I might imagine

I’m really

rather adamant

with this need

a familiar place,

centered inside

the quiet relief

found only in sweet beauty

of such is the elegant grace of woman,

her,

this remarkable feeling

comes over me

tells me,

I’m not an idiot,

this is wonderful,

this now,

touch,

me.

 


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~